She can endure

Vyki started running scenarios through her head. Everything he threatened could easily come to pass. She was sure the truth would win out, but it could be months..... years ... it would win out, right? ‘Would it be worth it?’ was the question she kept asking herself. And one thing kept popping back in her head: ‘you can weather his bull shit,’ she told herself. It may be despicable and unpleasant, but if he doesn’t want the cops involved, he’s not going to push something that would get them involved. Or at least, that is what she told herself.

She thought about running away, but she knew it would be impractical in these heels. And even if she could get away, ‘he probably used that stupid proximity setting on the fucking Gadget. Proximity! It had the location that would be reported to the app! Molly would find out I wasn’t on the date, and they could look it up on the app!! All I have to do is ride this out until they find it!’ she rambled through all this in her head to assure herself.

“Well, girl, do either of us want them involved?” Colin asked impatiently.

Trying to play up the part, Vyki responded, “you told me not to tell you ‘no’,” and then swallowed the bile as she said, “sir.”

“Cleaver girl,” <BUZZ> Colin responded sending vibrations to her loins. He then stood up and offered his hand to her, “so we understand it's in your best interest to be my submissive slut on our date today?”

Warily, Vyki grasped the offered hand and replied, “y-yes, sir.” And was then hoisted up faster than she expected by Colin’s arm, finding herself thrust into him, his face only briefly touching the nape of her neck as her breasts pushed against him.

“Then let me hear you ask me?” Colin said looking up at her smugly.

Vyki confused by this “I’m sorry... Sir?”

“Simple, if you want to be my sexy, submissive slut on a date, then ask me.” Colin stated unphased.

Vyki looked at him nervously and swallowed, “w-will you take me on a date, sir?”

“No,” <zap> Colin responded, “you can do better than that.”

Vyki cringed visibly and looked down at him pleading for some sense of sanity but clearly seeing no sign of humanity in his face. Vyki swallowed again nervous and resignfully asked, “Puh-please, sir, will you take me on a date?”

Colin sent another small <zap> raised an eyebrow at her, “as what......?”

Fighting back tears, Vyki replied with a wavering, “a-as your sexy submissive, sir?”

<za> “As my sexy submissive slut.” Colin replied patronizingly impatient. “Try it again, but all together and emphatic.”

Cursing the damn silicon trap glued around her privates, Vyki closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. Mustering up some small amount of courage, she opened her eyes and pleadingly asked, “please, sir, will you take me on a date as your sexy submissive slut?”

“Yes,” <BUZZZ> Colin replied encouragingly.

Vyki was cursing her body’s sudden betrayal at the reversal of sensations, nearly whimpering as her girth slid along the edges of its confines.

“Good then,” Colin confirmed as he wrapped his arm around her waist and headed towards the elevator halfway across the empty lot, “let's go see a flick.”

Vyki almost dreaded hearing her heels click-clack echo against the hard walls emphasizing the deserted and isolated feeling of the lot. However, she could only dwell on that momentarily as her thoughts were interrupted by the person with her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Colin began in his patronizing tone, “I was recently taught that it is very inappropriate to touch a woman’s derrière without her consent. Which is why my hand is place chastely at your waist.” Colin took a breath and enjoyed Vyki’s panicked look as if she had an inkling where this was going, but he wanted to make it undeniable. “However, since you are so keen only playing the part of the submissive slut, you know your partner would rather have their hand on your ass and thus so would you. Ergo, if you ever find my hand on your waist or hip, you will reach behind and graciously place my hand firmly on your ass so as not to confuse lookie-loos and make it blatantly clear it is your choice to be in this situation.”

Vyki looked at him with exasperation before looking around the floor again to see if he was just doing this for some perverse show. Yet even as her head darted around, she missed a step as she had to catch herself feeling a <ZAP> cut into her.

“Move it or you will be punished the longer it sits there,” Colin instructed.

Vyki looked at him like he was insane before she felt another <ZAP> mirroring his emphatic look. Against her better judgement, Vyki grabbed his hand and firmly moved it to her ass practically slapping it as if to say, ‘happy now?’ But she inadvertently let out a moan as an unexpected rolling vibration went up and down her trapped shaft.

“Good girl,” Colin complemented.

Vyki shook her head trying to place what game this psychopath was on, but she tried to maintain her decorum as they approached the bank of elevators.

However, as they reached the elevators, Colin stopped in front of the call button and turned to face Vyki and look at her critically. “You're forgetting the whole ‘look convincing bit’, girlie?”

Vyki pondered what he meant and nearly said ‘wha?’ but stopped herself with a more apropos “Sir?”

“You never took any acting classes, did you?” Colin asked.

Vyki shook her head and started to reply, “No, s…” before gasping as the <ZAP> hit her and she whimpered.

“And here I was thinking you were smart enough to have learned that lesson but apparently you are an ignorant ditz,” Colin commented harshly. “I told you don’t tell me ‘No’, slut!”

Vyki had seen negative reinforcement for language training; even Paul used some playfully with Molly. But this psycho seemed to be intent on auditioning for an MKUltra operative position. Vyki tentatively responded, “I-I’ve never taken acting classes….” hesitating as she didn’t feel repercussion, but also, he seemed to be waiting for more until she blurted out, “sir!” <BUZZZ>

“See, there’s a clever girl.” Colin continued his patronizing tone as he tried explaining to her as if she were a child.

“Well, one of the common styles is ‘Method acting’. Heard of it?” he continued as if talking to a dolt.

She looked at him confused as to where he was going but nodded her head slightly.

“Good,” he continued his arrogant speech, “you see the key in the Method is to understand and adopt the character so much that you embody them to the point where the border between character and actor blends to the point of disappearing.”

Vyki continues to look down at the crazy man perplexed.

Colin shifts from patronizing to almost theatrically earnest, “Now many actors will spend days, weeks, or even months studying and research the character to try to find out everything about them… or someone like them. Now the luckiest of them will actually know a real person like the subject and study them intimately. Once they’ve gathered all the knowledge about this character, they will meditate on them and then become them for the role. They believe it gives them the ability to react, respond, and authentically be that person in the moment.”

Colin took a breath and pulled her in close with an arm behind her rib cage and spoke an in almost conspiratorial tone, “Now, you don’t days or even hours to research the roll, but luckily for you, you been intimately studying a subject for years.” He looked at her with a sideways glance and a grin. “Molly”

Vyki stepped away and looked at him very cross but knew it was an error and expected a zap any moment and tensed in readiness for it.

“Now, here me out little girl. In order for you not to get caught and ruin the lives of everyone around you, you need to pass as a sexy submissive lady, right?” Colin asked as an almost obvious question.

Vyki paused for quite some time until she realized he was waiting for an answer and simply said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good, good, good,” he emphasized as he lightly increased the base vibration out of sight of her. “And we both know the sexiest submissive we know is Paul’s Molly. So, what you need to do, little Vyki, is draw on your deep knowledge of her to pass in your role.”

Vyki was not really appreciating where this was going but she at least knew it wasn’t harmful or embarrassing… for the moment.

“So, let’s take a moment and do some guided meditation to help you get in character for your big, public debut.” Colin continued in his theatrical tone. “Now, close your eyes and picture your submissive lover in public with you.”

Vyki continued to stare at him with true questions about his sanity.

<ZAP> “I said close your eyes, slut!” all pleasantries gone from his voice driving true fear back into Vyki. After the pain subsided, she closed her eyes as she panted to catch her breath. “Goood,” he continued in a soothing lunatic tone as he eked up the vibrations a bit more. “Now picture her in your head. Think of her when she would go out with you to dinner, a movie, or just shopping. Think of how she would smile at man, hold onto his arm, follow his lead, defer to him.”

Despite herself, Vyki couldn’t help but picture Molly and remember so many situations she has had with Paul through the years.

“Remember how she looked upon him and donated him. How she seemed to linger and yearn for every contact, leaning into every touch,” he continued as he subtly increased the pleasurable sensations higher.

Vyki was frustrated that her mind would follow along with his dictation, yet she did find the visuals very calming... comforting… arousing.

“Focus on her actions, her joy, her happiness… then slowly morph her appearance in each situation to your own.” Colin said, directing her further. Seeing her cringe lightly, he added, “don’t worry if it’s not an exact fit; this merely a figmentation of a morphing to help you stay safe. Think of how you’d move your face to emulate her smile, bit your lip in a flirtatious look, subtly shack your chest suggestively, and try to do them yourself.”

Vyki could tell he had been fantasizing over Molly with these details, but she couldn’t deny that they had enraptured Paul as well. However, in the interest of moving this along she compiled and moved her muscles in consort with his directions.

“Good, good,” he continued as he ramped up the vibrations just a scooch more. “Now that’s your basis of your character but time to turn it up a bit more and make it your own. Hold on to that happy hotness but think about what you could do with an ideal situation. If she could be whatever was wanted. Think of how hot it would be to see her so comfortable in her skin that she sways her hips wide as she shows of her assets her, her skirts temptingly teasing the onlookers.”

Vyki was uncomfortably amazed at how much she was feeling this. So many dreams of Molly eagerly showing off in vanilla public were the fuel of Paul’s masturbatory fantasies.

Colin could see her breathing quickening and skin flushing and knew he was driving her higher, and continued increasing the pressure, “Picture her not just doting on his every word but following his every movement and every command wantonly and eagerly. Seeing her look on him passionately as the world falls away from her and she only has eyes for her man. How she whimpers and moans with every touch, devours every kiss, writhes under every hug. Consider how she longs to bring her partner every pleasure but is constrained by archaic laws from doing so in public and fills this longing by trying to fill his every need. She is so giving, so excited, so needing, nothing but him matters in this world.”

The fantastical creature of testosterone driven dreams run rampant in Vyki’s mind as he keeps going. “Think of this girl, this ideal, this submissive. Mirror her smile, mirror her enthusiasm. Become her twin, become her embodiment. Feel her heat rising inside, let her passion come from your own perverted desires. Become the slut you long to have, be the submissive every man craves. You are the partner of my pleasure.” Collin said driving it home. “Now smile and look upon your Sir with all that hunger in your eyes.”

Slowly, Vyki smiled and languidly opened her eyes falling on Colin’s visage trigger her crotch to erupt in a dance of vibrations. <BuZzZ> Vyki couldn’t help but moan as pleasure walked over her. As it stopped, Vyki genuinely expressed, “thank you, Sir,” despite herself.

“See, slut,” Collin says smugly as pressed the elevator call button, “I can be generous to obedient cunts.”

She stood there panting and looked at him questioningly trying to figure out why he was such an incessant ass only to receive a <zap>.

“Remember, a smiling slut is a happy and eager slut,” Colin admonishes.

Vyki plastered a smile on her face, and he said, “now, close your eyes, picture the slut you can be, reset, and then come back to me.”

Vyki did the stupid exercise picturing the impossible almost caricature version of submissive girl he had walked her through, took a deep breath, smiled and opened her eyes. Receiving a light <buZz> as soon as her eyes landed on him.

“Good girl,” he said as the elevator door, and he gestured for her to enter.