Where there isn't a will, there isn't a way.

Jessica blinked back tears. "Why would you do this to someone? How-"

Jack cut her off abruptly. "Now, now, Jessie. We're not here for a debate. We're here to play a game!" He leaned in close and took on a menacing tone. "Now pick a fucking option."

Jessica tried to be calm. She tried to think of which option would be least destructive. She never thought she'd consider a lobotomy the lesser of two evils, but it was one of the top choices. Then again, it wouldn't be so bad if she lost her willpower. She'd still be herself, just less motivated.

She made up her mind. In a shaky voice, she answered. "Three. I'll do the willpower one."

The audience began to cheer wildly and Jack's eyes lit up. "Three it is! I hope you enjoyed that choice, because after this you're gonna have a really hard time making them!"

Jessica opened her mouth to respond when a wave of dizziness hit her. She stumbled backwards, then righted herself. Jack and Chrissi were grinning madly as if about to burst into laughter. Jack approached her.

"Hey folks, let's give Jessie here a hand! She's gonna need a lot of encouragement from here on out. Jessie, I noticed that you haven't closed your mouth yet. You trying to catch flies?"

She stared at him dully. He was right, her mouth was still open. She should probably close it. Still, she let her jaw hang loosely.

"Jessie, why don't you close your mouth?" She shrugged. He knew why. "Jessie, close your mouth now."

The command lit a small spark in her. She felt it dying and worked to keep it alive. As she fanned it, it grew into a mighty flame in her mind, an intense passion. She wanted to want it, and with great effort she found that she could. She unceremoniously closed her mouth to the cheers of the audience.

"Good girl! Look at that, folks! She's got the will of a warrior!" The audience laughed at this, but Jessica simply stared blankly at them. She felt Jack grab her arm and lift it. As soon as he let go, it flopped back to her side. He took the opportunity to slap her ass hard enough to hurt.

"Did you like that, Jessica?"

She was supposed to respond. She struggled to get the word out. Finally, in an almost-whisper, she replied. "No."

He grinned and slapped her again. It hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes. He then slapped her right breast, also hard enough to hurt. "Do you want me to stop, Jessica?"

Of course she did. She just didn't want it enough. She sighed and decided it wasn't worth it to answer.

"Chrissi! Get your sweet ass over here and help me!" The assistant chirped and bounced over. "Ok, you lift her arms and I'll get her shirt."

Jessica sat listlessly as the young woman held her arms aloft and Jack pulled her shirt up and over her head. She made no move to help or hinder them. Once it was off, her arms flopped listlessly back to her sides. Her hair had fallen in her face, obscuring her vision and tickling her cheeks, but she made no attempt to brush it back.

"How do you feel now, Jessica? Answer me."

Once again, the command was enough for her to work with. After a pause, she muttered a reply. "...bad."

In response Jack nodded to Chrissi, who stepped behind her to unclasp her bra. The thought of being topless in front of all of these strangers horrified her, but not enough to stop it. She felt the familiar relief of the straps slackening as the bra fell away to reveal her large, round breasts. Feeling them dangle in the cool air in front of an audience was deeply embarrassing but she simply did not care enough to cover up.

"Whoa, look at those!" Jack said with a smirk. "Gotta be at least C's, right?" He gently lifted one, testing the weight in his palm. "D's, maybe? What size are your tits, Jessica?"

She continued to stare ahead dully. One advantage to being without motivation or willpower is that she felt no need to answer his demeaning questions. He grabbed her face and **** her to look into his malevolent, angry eyes. "I asked you a fucking question, Jessie. What size are your tits?"

She was scared, but still didn't bother to answer. Chrissi helpfully read the label on her bra. "They're D-cups, Jack! They're almost as big as mine!"

Jack responded with a withering glare, his anger now focused on the assistant.

"Did I ask you to open your fucking cock holster, you stupid slut?" he roared. "I'm trying to have a conversation right now, and I can't have it if my airheaded little slut keeps interrupting, can I?"

Chrissi shrunk as though she'd been struck. "Of course, sir." Jack turned back to the now-topless Jessica.

"Chrissi gave away the game, dear, but that doesn't mean we can't still have some fun. I think she needs to make it up to you. Chrissi! Come show our esteemed guest what a tit orgasm looks like."

Chrissi had recovered from her fear and responded with enthusiasm. "You're the boss, Jack!"