The Redhead

Looking at that redhead had reminded you of the girl you’d fawned after during your years of business study at University, you just had to pick her. “Give me the redhead” you say, “Good choice Boss” Tim replies “you wanna know anything about her?” “I just need her name and room” you reply, “ok well her name is Jess Andrews and she’s in room 7”, “thanks” you say as you make your way into the facility.

After knocking twice she answers quickly with a very sultry hello and an outfit that was far more alluring than comfortable, basically being little more than a bikini. “Oh shit she stammers, sorry I thought the doctor was coming, I’ll quickly get changed” she goes to close the door, “let me in” you state, she lets you in closing the door behind you. “I’m so sorry but the way the doctor looked at me, she’s totally my type and I thought, oh god this was so stupid, I’m sorry” she apologizes profusely clearly embarrassed by this entire situation “let me grab some appropriate clothes and get changed in the bathroom for you”. “Don’t” you command, she stops looking through her clothes puts what she had had in her hand back into the drawer and closes it. “Ok, what the fuck, why did I stop?” she asks clearly confused “because I told you to, so you like women?” “I’m a lesbian, and what do you mean because you told me to” she states staring at you like you had 2 heads, not fully understanding how fucked she is right now, well and will be in a few minutes. “look you seem uncomfortable in that outfit so just take it off and relax”, Jess complied taking off the bra allowing her large full breasts to be free from the confines of her bra, she then bent down and took her panties off, giving you a free view of her pussy and the accompanying landing strip of red hair. “Why do I do everything you say” she said calmly her face showing that she wanted to panic and flip out but you told her to relax so she physically couldn’t. “Because the trial was a lie we don’t care about curing the cold, what we do care about is mind control”, “but mind control isn’t real it can’t be” she casually replied, it was funny her eyes said panic and alarm but he demeanor and tone was that of someone casually talking to an old friend.

“If mind control isn’t real, then explain how you’re not a lesbian”, “but I am a lesbian” she said, “no you’re not” and just like that you watched as she internally struggled with the fact that her sexuality, something that she had been certain of since her 15th birthday was changing because, some asshole told her she wasn’t. She wanted to cry and scream and run a million miles away from here from him, but she couldn’t, she wanted to do something but her entire body was unmovable, but not tense it was slack as if she’d just had a really nice massage, there was no stress, no panic she was in a state of zen and that was a million times more scary than if she had been tied up. She felt truly helpless unable to portray it in any way, sure she could say it but the words in here head were panicked, fearful and angry and a million other emotions, when they came out her mouth they were nonchalant, like she was telling them about minor inconvenience in her life. “I hate you” she said to her tormentor, with all the fire and fury of a weather man saying that there will be light showers on saturday. “You don’t hate me” you say with a sneer and just like that you watch all the muted hostility within her drain away, you had changed this entire woman’s life in the span of about 10 mins, you had never felt so powerful.