Some rapid-fire bullshit

Zoey seemed to speak faster and faster, nearly squeaking into Veronica's ear. Her expression of a somewhat wild smile looked foreign on her face.

"hey ver, just want to say i'm a big fan of your work before we get started. i wanted to do some things today that i'd always wondered were possible. but i think we need to lay some ground work real quick. but okay. alrighteeo. everything i say or even kinda suggest, you have to do and/or your body does automatically. lets start by just making some minor changes but not anything crazy. how about this?" Veronica felt one of Zoey's hands leave her head, then felt some fingers on her nipple. They pinched, exploratorily. Veronica wanted to gasp, or talk, or something. But with Brett still pissing down her throat - trapping her in this situation, unable to pull off or speak or anything - she just had to keep swallowing.

Holy shit, this was Zoey? What had happened to her? She barely ever said two words! She'd been in the book club for years and yet Veronica could swear she barely knew what her voice sounded like. "alright now all of your orgasms are going to be silent while i'm around - i don't like that much noise. when you cum the only reaction i want from you is an intense fullbody experience that probably has some muscle clenching across the board. oh, and i want your post-orgasm sensitivity to stay around - but i want don't want it to stop you from building to another orgasm."

Zoey kept her rhythm going with her right hand on Veronica's skull, pushing it in and out a little onto Brett's pissing cock. It took nearly all of Veronica's concentration to make a continental swallowing so aggressively that nothing came out even a little. But that meant that she had no leftover attention to either track Zoey's movements, think of how to get a chance to speak, or really think of anything but swallowing. So she didn't notice when with Zoey's left hand she felt behind her for the little fucking machine. It was a surprisingly expensive little device, looking like a stick that one could attach to tile at an angle with suction but then thrust out and back into a little tube. Amanda couldn't help but note how expertly familiar Zoey looked as she attached it in the perfect position behind Veronica's ass. Veronica started to feel the (dildo fully retracted inside) machine bump her in the taint a little as she bounced back and forth on Brett's cock.

Then she felt Zoey drag a hitachi vibrator along the front of her pussy sort of... menacingly? Jesus, it felt menacing, at least. She felt it flicker on and off briefly.

Fuck. It was so hard to find a battery operated one, and they barely worked. Yet somehow Zoey...

Zoey kept whispering. "yeah yeah so you're just going to be locked into a sort of frozen position here as you cum. then you'll get sensitive and then because you came and because I told you, you'll start clenching down on this machine, which will make it feel even better and make the hitachi I'm going to attach kinda hurt maybe a little but you still wont be able to move voluntarily. involuntarily you'll actually sort of feel your hips reflexively doing that humping movement? you know how it goes. and your movement will just intensify the feeling of the machine and the hitachi wand as they get jostled around or pulled deeper inside you or whatever. and it'll just push you towards your next orgasm automatically, sort of trapping you in this short loop - you'll cum, get oversensitive ****, then cum, then back again, probably once every... 10 seconds or so? i think! that was my first idea, at least, lets see if we can do it babe! we're gonna have so much fun!"

Veronica felt Brett's pissing cock slow down. Zoey kept forcing her head down his cock repeatedly. Veronica was so, so close to being able to speak without dribbling piss everywhere. She had positive associations with the smell, but she didn't want her friends to think of her like -

"hey, brett" Zoey said in a louder voice, still sort of a whisper. "you done?"

No, he isn't, Veronica thought. That delicious taste was still clearly -

"Yeah, sure." Brett said. He smiled at Veronica and tousled her hair. The fact that his cock was still spitting a little was a fair bit was more obvious to Veronica than him.

In what Veronica was sure was no more than 2 fucking seconds total by the goddamn clock, Zoey had wrap-clip-clipped the hitachi belt right into place.

Then she turned both the hitachi wand and the fucking machine on.

Oh, jesus - that thing was going so fucking deep....

"and... ummmm... veronica?" Zoey seemed to lose confidence as she spoke to the room rather than just whispered things directly into Veronica's ear. "i read you've been messing with your... umm... sensitivity and stuff? this is gonna be for science, so we can't have you moving around your sensitivity like you said you can in your blog? so... ummm... i don't want to have to deal with variables like you artificially limiting your sensitivity below what you're capable of. so let's just have you get to be as sensitive as the most sensitive you have ever been before. like, let's set you to your max so we can get some stable data here. and if there are any limiters or anything on your ability to cum right now for some reason then turn all those off."

FUCK! Veronica was instantly shunted back to the first time John had ever put her on the couch for an hour in a field of starry orgasm dreams. He'd never ramped her up quite so high, and neither had she, but now she was back. The hitachi roared against her clit as the fucking machine pistoned in and out of her pussy rapidly. Zoey, unsurprisingly, had angled it so that it jabbed directly into her fucking g-spot with every unrelenting thrust. But... unlike the first time with John, she wasn't actually in a near-****-state. She could handle this level of sensation without whiting out, now, she was just... fuck...

Yeah, she was definitely going to cum. Fucking soon. She knew that once she did she would be caught in...

Zoey, now casually kneading Veronica's ass. She pulled back, and delivered a perfect slap.

The sound rung out, and Veronica's ass spread just a little bit wider as the fucking machine went just a little deeper and...

Veronica came.

FUCK! JESUS FUCK THAT WAS SO MUCH. Zoey had, intentionally or unintentionally, guaranteed that all of Veronica's orgasms would be full-body butthole-clenchers. Veronica wanted to scream. Even with the no-longer-pissing-but-still-sorta-hard cock in her mouth, she wanted to scream around it. But she couldn't. Instead, she felt a motion in her hips as she started fucking the fucking machine BACK while still in the middle of her orgasm. She couldn't stop herself, couldn't take a moment to catch a breath, couldn't... wait...

She also felt herself start pushing forward and backward on Brett's half-chub, seemingly trying to coax it back to life. She felt herself sucking the monster that, even sorta soft, somewhat pulled into her throat if she gently sucked on it with a swallowing motion. Oh, goddammit. The way Zoey had phrased it... Veronica was locked into reflexively and involuntarily fucking "anything in any of her holes" while she was orgasming, which apparently included Brett's cock too. Fuck.

God, now she was oversensitive and clenching even her throat with the aftershocks of the orgasm as the merciless hitachi and the fucking machine kept going through the pain of the [post-orgasm sensitivity. But somehow, instead of making it harder to orgasm, they drove her forward. She could literally feel her next one starting during the post-orgasm ****. Fuck, this was going to get ba-

Veronica came again.

Her muscles clenched up harder, and she felt herself start to drag her tight throat across Brett's slowly hardening dick as she started to apply actual **** to her ass as it moved to **** the dildo to drag against the inside of her clenching pussy.

FUCK! AGAIN, ANOTHER ONE! Goddammit! These were so much stronger than her normal ones, what weird part of what Zoey had said had caused.... and now the sensitivity was back again.

...

Zoey watched from the side, frowning. Hm. She didn't understand why Veronica was trying so hard to blow Brett still. Wasn't she overstimulated enough? Zoey looked closely at Veronica's abdominals, and verified what looked like orgasmic clenching peaking once every.... 30 seconds. Blegh. What a disappointing result. No wonder she still had the mental wherewithal to suck Brett's now-hardening cock so... expertly.

Amanda seemed to come to the same conclusion, looking at Zoey. Her voice started to raise. "I thought you said we were done with that! Why is she going on still? And you, Brett! Aren't you done?"

Brett seemed to have lost his silence after he came. But still, he made no attempt to move. "I guess... the seal's broken at this point, right? She wants to keep going, it feels alright, why worry about it? She's right, she's... just a fleshlight. Mmmmmm..."

Amanda couldn't tell what, but she felt like this was, finally, getting to be too fucking much. She had brought her soon-to-be (obviously) boyfriend, and brother's best friend with her, and THIS had happened. She started yelling. "BOTH YOU SHUT UP. Zoey. Brett. I swear, you get a little wet and a little hard and your morality just becomes so fucking... flexible. Clearly neither of you ever-" She grabbed the cattle prod from the table. "experienced any fucking-" She moved to swat it at Veronica's ass. "-consequences!" Then, after a moment of thought, she twitched the rod up and tapped Veronica in the shoulder with it.

ZAP.

Veronica flailed for exactly one moment. She had been in the middle of the post-orgasm **** part of the cycle, and the shock of it somehow... jump-started her next orgasm? The brief sting caused all her muscles to flail and she was briefly held up only by the thick, long cock in her mouth as her body writhed on the floor pathetically. Several rooms away, in another part of the apartment, John got out of his chair and started sprinting for the door.

"HEY!" Bret shouted. "That hurt! My cock is in her neck right now, be careful!"

Amanda's face twisted into rage. "Oh?!?" ZAP. "Do you not like" ZAP. "when I express myself?" ZAP. "I brought you here" ZAP. "to protect me from whatever bullshit" ZAP. "was about to happen. I also" ZAP. "kinda liked you before" ZAP. "I saw what you're really made of. You." ZAP. "pathetic." ZAP. "goddamn" ZAP. "GOON!" ZAPZAPZAP. Most of the touches from the rod came at Veronica's shoulders and neck, but one was directly on her nipple. For the last one, Amanda literally shoved it up her pussy alongside the fucking machine. The prod zapped three times before the safety kicked in.

After the first zap, Zoey had grabbed a glove from the table. Her insulated hand had, throughout all of that, held Veronica's hips steady against the fucking machine by grabbing hold of the hitachi-belt she had attched to Veronica. That had the side-effect of pulling the belt tighter against Veronica's clit, creating a very confusing mix of sensations in Veronica - orgasms both interrupted and started by shocks. Pets tended to get accidentally conditioned into a million different fetishes like this. It was why she had been pre-exposing herself to so many.

John, who had actually entered the room and was in the process of rushing forward from behind, stopped when the safety on the prod kicked in. He stared daggers at the back of Amanda's head, but quietly backed off and slinked back to his observation area, unnoticed.

Brett was twitching constantly with each zap, pulling out a little bit then thrusting back into Veronica's throat with each one, but Veronica was stuck frozen just like Zoey left her. The shocks had... stopped some orgasms, started others, and generally just made her into a bit of a flailing mess. Still, once she recovered she was at the mercy of the fucking machine pushing her to an orgasm, which just froze her in place again.

Veronica didn't honestly have many complex thoughts on anything happening here. She had been locked in Zoey's orgasm **** for a few minutes now, and she only really had her 20ish seconds of real clarity between the orgasm peaks. She noticed the shocks, felt her body move, and the jolt of pain was unmistakeable - but she couldn't hear Amanda's words, really. Not enough of them to understand what was happening. But the involuntary reflex Zoey gave her never stopped, and so as she was cumming she just kept trying to suck Brett's now-well-shocked cock deeper into her neck.

Brett pulled his cock out of Veronica's mouth, still looking a little stunned, and was going to start yelling before Zoey interrupted. It wasn't that she cut him off, she was just occupied with a sort of... **** autistic focus, perhaps. She looked like she was counting Veronica's orgasm-cycle seconds again. She seemed to have totally forgotten Amanda's concerns and the social situation at hand, focusing almost entirely on ways to adjust Veronica's body - her hands kept idly adjusting Veronica's position in minor ways, sometimes having a noticeable impact as Veronica's moans intensified. Her two hands danced across Zoey's flesh like a maestro. "okay good job you two! nice therapy. but now lets switch. Amanda, sit here." Zoey pointed to the space in front of Veronica's slightly-twitching body. Zoey was frustrated that it was taking as long as 24 seconds to get repeated orgasms out of Veronica, though. Far, far too long for what she was going for.

"What the FUCK are you talking about about, Zoey? What the fuck has gotten into you? You're never fucking like this!"

Zoey was barely listening, staring still at Veronica with a nearly all-consuming focus. "it's a special interest of mine." She shrugged. "i was going to go next, but you're messing with my experiment too much. your zaps threw off my cycle, and added back 5 seconds to her orgasm timing. here - let Veronica help you calm down" and, without even looking at Amanda, Zoey grabbed her arm and pulled her into the seat in front of Veronica. "she's been breaking a few of her rules, which is weird, but if you pull your panties aside she'll probably still go ahead and dive in." And Zoey went back to making minor adjustments to Veronica. Raising her ass slightly, for example, then angling the fucking machine into carefully selected different positions while staring closely at Veronica's pupils. Her hand slipped to the hitachi belt, messing with something outside of Veronica's vision.

Veronica didn't have much space for thoughts, she really had to limit herself to things that were 15 seconds or shorter. One of them in the next calm (and tortured by her sensitive slit) part of her cycle was: GODDAMMIT THIS HITACHI THING HAS MULTIPLE SETTINGS? WHAT KIND OF NONSENSE EXPENSIVE BULLSHI-

And then Zoey swapped to another setting, cutting off Veronica's thought by bringing this orgasm of the cycle early. Zoey smiled, getting way too creepily close to Veronica's eyes as she watched her subject's pupils closely.

Amanda was... in a weird place, all of the sudden. Her best friend had turned into a slut and sucked off her definitely-soon-to-be boyfriend in front of her. Zoey was... like, totally a different person all of the sudden. She felt angry at Veronica, she felt confused by whatever was happening to Zoey, a part of her was disgusted with herself over what she had done to Veronica, angry at Brett, angry at herself... but above all, confused. She had no rudder, and really was running out of her script on what to do in a situation like this. And... another very loud part of her was VERY turned on. The small wet spot on her panties under her dress, something that never happened to her, agreed.

Amanda looked at Zoey, then Brett, then Brett's dripping cock - still exposed to the air. God, it was so nice-looking. She'd swear it was sorta similar to her wrist in girth, even? Like, at the base, maybe? Wow. "This is so fucked up" she said. Brett, still reeling from the shocks, gave her an angry "no shit" look. But... well, as she said it, she couldn't help but feel a tingle in her pussy as she said the word "fuck" while staring at Brett's dick. Amanda slowly, very slowly, spread her knees. Her fingers slowly drifting towards her pussy, and gently pulling the fabric to the side. Her eyes found Brett's as she did so, but his were locked on the cunt of this girl he'd known for ages. For some reason, he chose this moment to remember that he used to tease her and call her his Ginny Weasely back when they were all reading Harry Potter together. It seemed poignant now, for some reason. Amanda was enraptured by Brett's intense gaze as he stared at her pussy. Amanda's other hand drifted to her clit as she found herself sort of gently hoping that maybe Brett would be overcome with desire? Like... maybe he would tear her clothes off and fuck her *right here*-

Zoey pushed Veronica's head into Amanda's exposed cunt, and busied herself with finding a new "optimal" position for the fucking machine given Veronica's new positioning. She never even made eye contact with Amanda as she did so. Veronica immediately began slurping madly around Amanda's clit without any hesitation. Amanda looked down at the girl she sometimes called her best friend, now slurping desperately at her pussy. How the fuck... Jesus that felt incredible...

Zoey muttered to herself "goddammit... she's too conditioned on cock. She's not getting as turned on with Amanda's pussy in her face." She turned to Brett. "i need help. are you ready to go again? I want you to fuck her ass while my machine takes care of her pussy." Though Zoey's tone and volume hadn't changed, the confidence, cadence, and certainly the content of her words had shifted dramatically over the course of the morning. She seemed to have transformed from a mouse to a woman intensely focused on a singular goal that no one but she understood. Her hands never stopped moving around Veronica - adjusting settings, positioning her, counting time, and so forth.

Still, Brett was SHOCKED when Zoey, her hands still constantly making tiny adjustments to Veronica's body, had one hand dart out to Brett and give it a single quick jack. She looked over at it "shit. you're gonna need either a break or something sexy and novel to start you up. lot going around right now, novel is gonna be hard. But... hmmm... Oh! Amanda!"

"Mmmmmmm?" Amanda, her previous rage totally forgotten, was slowly building up to her own orgasm. She'd always had trouble getting there herself, but Veronica's enthusiasm was... mmmmmm... palpable.

Zoey frowned. There was some kind of social thing happening between Amanda and Brett right now? She thought she had the gist of it, though. She figured she had an easy solution, given the tools they all had at hand. "amanda - you still need to apologize to brett for shocking him, right? can you... i don't know, apologize with your body or something? he came here for you, originally, after all. i need him hard."

"Mmmmmm? Oh... ummm... I don't know that I'm ready for... ummm..." Amanda found herself, for once, talking like Zoey. She was really flustered.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Brett sheepishly said, though the words really didn't match his exposed and spent cock, still a little wet from Veronica's phlegm.

But Amanda wasn't thinking straight, as close to cumming as she was. "I don't think I'm ready to touch, but... maybe... you've known me for years. I've seen you stare at my tits from what you thought was outside my field of view for... well... over a decade. Maybe this is enough?" And she hooked her thumb into the middle of her strapless dress. She stared at the ground as she pulled it down from her breasts, then reached behind her to fiddle with the strapless bra her fairly average tits were hidden behind. "I know it's not much, you know... I mean, look at Veronica."

It was true. Veronica's gigantic, whorishly perky tits had been twitching beneath her for half an hour. Amanda herself had pretty regularly switched between being jealous of and being turned on by them.

"Nah, you're more than enough." Brett said, smiling at her. "This is different. Remember: she's a fleshlight. You, though... you're... you know..." He stared at Amanda's chest and started slowly stroking his cock back to life.

Veronica never slowed her **** on Amanda's clit. And now, watching Brett's sloppy cock get hard for her? It was too much for Amanda. She came HARD. And unlike Veronica, Amanda was *loud.* She literally started screaming, as the muscles in her chest and neck clenched. Her tits started sort of twitching along with her chest, and Brett managed to find his third erection of the hour.

Zoey pulled Veronica's ass very wide, spreading her holes. The fucking machine pushed deeper than before, sending Veronica into *another* orgasm. Zoey still has her floating around one every 19 seconds, but hopefully - "brett... ummm... i get that you two have some things to work out. maybe... talk about it? but I do need your help. i need you to put your penis in this hole and fuck it, please." Her fingers pulled at the edges of Veronicas asshole now, gaping it slightly. Every 20 or so seconds, it pulled itself shut tightly as Veronica came. With what felt like the insistence of a medical professional, Veronica felt the fingers of Zoey pulling her anus open harder in time against her clenching.

Brett pushed his cock into Veronica's ass. Veronica had used so much phlegm earlier (having actually thought of this between orgasms) that it worked pretty well as lube even still.

Then he started to talk with Amanda. And Amanda spoke back. There was a lot of moaning, a lot of distraction, and a lot of dropped conversational threads - but they did talk.

Staring at his childhood friends exposed tits, he fucked her "best friend's" asshole while Zoey sat between them with fingers constantly dancing around the scene adjusting things. She was something like... a guide. Amanda might stall out in conversation and start to get uncomfortable, and Zoey would whisper to Veronica to lick in time with the fucking machine, turn it on high, and push Veronica's head into Amanda's pussy. She saw Brett start to have trouble (and worse, start to go soft again), so one of her hands grabbed the lube on the table and worked it into Veronica's ass around Brett's cock as he fucked her.

Brett would have been weirded out by it, or Amanda offended - but honestly, social convention around things like jealousy was really breaking down a bit. And, frankly, Zoey was very clearly working on something with Veronica, focused entirely on the poor girl as she kept shaking every 15 seconds. Still, them ignoring her did mean they missed as she occasionally slid her fingers through the puddle of fluids Veronica was leaving on the ground. Those same fingers would often either then find their way to Zoey's mouth or the pocket in her pants with a hole in it.

Frankly, Veronica would have been screaming for half an hour straight if she'd been allowed to. This was way, way too much. Fuck, she was glad that she didn't have to follow the conversation too.

But they kept going like this for awhile. Brett and Amanda did, very slowly, come to an agreement. They would try dating. They would also not be jealous of their fleshlight.

Veronica licked Amanda's cunt to one more orgasm over the course of that 30 minutes. Brett, watching her this time, managed a new, probably final, cum deposit into Veronica's asshole.

Finally, right then, Zoey stood up and yelled. "I DID IT! I GOT HER DOWN TO FIVE SECONDS! Hah! I knew it was possible! This should be so much better than that one long stupid orgasm John gave her in the beginning! Each one drives the next one, and the variation between post-orgasm **** and the next orgasm should prevent her from relaxing into it or settling at all! Hah! I know you're listening John! I beat you!"

John, watching from six angles in as many cameras, just looked confused. Who was this girl? She didn't seem like any of the personalities he was looking out for. Was she some kind of... off-brand AGS hunter? Was she even connected to the AGS community online at all?

Was she just... some kind of sexual autistic savant?

Zoey sat back, a look of contentment on her face. One of her hands found its way to her pocket, and she leaned back on the couch to watch Veronica, trapped now into having one orgasm every five seconds. Her muscles were cramping, her face was in agony, and her asshole pushed out Brett's cum as it clenched and unclenched endlessly. Zoey fingered herself through the trusty hole in her pocket, watching the fruits of her work. She now, finally - for the first time this week, watching the fruits of her labor - feel her orgasm building. Her orgasms were actually pretty easy to get to. She had just been edging herself waiting for this moment for weeks.

Nothing really added to the satisfying feeling washing through her like the satisfaction of accomplishing her goals. It was easily in her top 10 orgasms. She would have to go actually update her list now, damnit.

After Zoey came, she let herself speak without thinking "veronica? if you don't mind, would you make each orgasm you have stronger than the last? i think I see them getting weaker. i'm... gonna take a nap." And then she laid down on the couch, curled up into herself. She held the dragon dildo like a treasured and familiar bedtime cuddle-toy.

Amanda, also exhausted from her two orgasms (more than she'd ever had, in fact) and Brett from his three, curled up next to her on the couch. They napped there, snuggling, as Veronica sat in front of them like incredibly sexy, goo-covered, mentally-broken furniture that just kept twitching every 5 seconds as a another wave of "pleasure" started. The fucking machine mercilessly pushed in and out, while the hitachi never lost its seating against her clit.

Veronica...

Veronica did NOT expect her first meeting with her friends to go this way.

She had done EVERYTHING RIGHT. She swore she was ready. If this was what a "roller coaster" experience for pets was like with HER CLOSEST FRIENDS? What on earth would it have been like with strangers??? Where was John?? Wasn't he supposed to STOP this from going this way?

She had these thoughts slowly, over the course of an hour. It was all she managed to think, because she had to collect her thoughts slowly across multiple orgasms. For the last half hour of the ****, the "make each stronger than the last" command really came in hot. By the end, her vision was white, and her body was twitching constantly.

Zoey hadn't enforced that Veronica maintain the 5-seconds-per-orgasm cadence. The cycles slowed down to a more normal one every 30 seconds or so, but then Zoey's other command kicked in and they started getting stronger and longer each time. John, watching, would have been more concerned if he didn't know that this was probably an important experience for her. She was in no real danger, and frankly everything seemed to be going fine... Except...

...

Veronica heard a voice.

"Alright, slut. You fucking little shit. I know what you did. Well fuck you. And not in a pleasant way, either. Time for you to learn the *real* meaning of 'fucked up'. Stop cumming."

No... wait... that can't be...

Standing above her was Eric. The creepy member of the bookclub that she thought she had "dealt with," leaving him spent in the hallway nearby. He looked livid. He was holding the dragon dildo that he had ripped from where it was nestled against sleeping Zoey's chest.

...

Veronica wasn't ready for this. She barely had two brain cells to string together anymore, she could barely even see Eric's face, she needed a break... she needed food and water... she needed to let her muscles unclench, she needed... she...

She gave up. Collapsed to the floor entirely. Her naked tits rested unmoving on her chest, her knees falling open. Not lewdly, but rather just... ignored. She looked like a corpse.

She resigned herself to whatever was about to happen, closing her eyes.

She heard another voice.

"I'm afraid not, man. We're done here. Veronica, you can ignore all of Zoey's commands now if you want." Veronica, immediately, collapsed to the floor. The awkward way she had been holding her arms in front of her spun her face-up, and she laid splayed out in front of the two speakers. "Eric? I hope you enjoyed the party, man. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to clear out, though."

"You don't tell me what to do."

"Well, for one - I live here. So does she, but let's not pretend you don't know who I am. So, even though this is all a very new experience for you-" John threw a towel over Amanda and Brett as he spoke, as her tits were still visible. Eric looked angry at the motion, but said nothing. "-I do need to remind you that we live in a nation of laws. Weird sex stuff aside, I could just call the cops." As if he would. Cops and pets didn't mix well. "But man - this isn't the end, really. You'll see her around town and around campus constantly. The smallest request from you and she'll slurp down your cum with her finger in your asshole or whatever the hell else you want. Follow her around, work a meeting into your daily schedule, whatever. All I ask is that you leave her free to roam, and don't destroy her mind."

"What gives you the right to make rules?"

"Please let's not go there. You think you know how dangerous Veronica is, but you really - REALLY don't. I think it's a fair point to say that if you break those rules then... even if I don't do anything, the most likely thing to happen to you is that you're dead within the week. The odds of you making it to the end of the month are next to nothing."

"Is that a threat from her owner?"

"Nope. Just a prediction. Like I said, she's dangerous when she moves outside of her pre-established boundaries. We put a lot of very subtle traps into her mind. But listen, man, I don't want to linger on the stick, here. The carrot is that you can just walk up to Veronica, anytime, and have her suck you off and finish you into her hair. Tell her to wear it around all day, get her to tell people that Eric used her like a man or whatever, sky's the limit. Just don't trap her or kill her mind in any way."

Veronica heard silence. It stretched.

"Deal." And then the sound of hands clapping.

"I was serious earlier, though. Her morning meeting took more out of her than I expected. You folks aren't her only meeting today, though - just the largest one. She's booked through the afternoon with... let's call them personal calls. You were her social calls, and now I'll need to actually train her with intent. You can swing back around seven if you really want, but honestly - you're probably just better off catching up to her at the book club in a few days."

"Yeah, yeah... fine. I'll see you." He threw the dragon dildo at Veronica. He tried to spear it into her pussy, which was facing him, but missed wildly. It hit Veronica in the tit instead, then flopped on the ground. Then he walked out in a huff.

John picked it up, and gently touched the tip to Zoey's palm. Still asleep, her hand snaked out and pulled it in between her small breasts once more.

He chuckled to himself. "Hold on to that dragon-tentacle-looking thing. Otherwise people won't be able to tell how much of a goddamn monster you are."

Then he sat down next to Veronica.

Some time passed. John's hand rested gently on Veronica's pussy. He very gently messaged her sore cunt. Not to arouse her, but rather like a boxing coach might help rub out knots in the arms of his boxer.

"He's lying, you know" she said.

More time passed.

"I figured." He responded. "But thanks for confirming. Damn. Guess I need more practice too."

The silence stretched once more.

John broke it. "Did she say she was your best friend?"

Veronica opened one of her eyes briefly to answer, looking at John. "Nah. Always been you, don't know what she's on about."

John just smiled in response.

The silence returned.

"That was... a lot. So much." Veronica breathed slowly.

"...still, though, good job for a first go of it."

"Your slut thought... your cumdump thought she was ready. Goddamn, what the hell happened? Where were you?" Her breath caught for a moment. She felt like she'd used up all the energy she had left for, like, the weakest outburst.

"I was near. Never left your side, almost even interrupted at one point. The thing was... you *were* actually ready. Are ready. You aren't experienced yet, sure - but you *did* handle this. You spent a month getting ready, and here we are. You know groups are the worst. You know they egg each other on, create rapid compounding miscommunications that you then just absorb as truth, and have complicated social dynamics that can escalate things unpredictably. And you handled it all."

"Mmmmmmmmm" was all she could find the strength to say. She thought 'handled' was generous.

"The afternoon queue is gonna be a lot easier, you already know that. Just way more embarrassing."

"Mmmmmmmmm" she said again. Superhuman recovery or not, she really wished that she hadn't scheduled her friend-group and her... introduction to society on the same day. She really thought the book club would be easy. In the best-case scenario she would have just blown Eric real quick, got her tits out, and talked to her old friends about her new life. Easy peasy.

Her muscles finally relaxed all the way, and she felt herself farting out Brett's cum. It pooled out beneath her ass. Ugh. This had not been easy at all.

In a way, though - it had been fun.

He didn't mention that they would have to talk about all the rules she broke. That was for later. She had training booked with him and individual people around town not just through the afternoon, but all through the weekend. They needed to establish a local community of people who knew what correct behavior looked like. "Go to sleep, Veronica." John smiled. "You earned it."

Veronica thought about it. John's words weren't, by default, commands - not like Zoey's had been.

But she went to sleep anyway.