Falling deeper

Become Franks submissive **** – target 193 – roll 148 (64 + 84) – target failed – current subliminal score 84

[Intrusive Thot: Submissive, complimentary, and *sexually obsessed*, with whatever accent Frank desires] – target 135 – roll 138 (54 + 84) – target achieved – current subliminal strength 86

[I Should talk in broken english with a very thick accent.] – target 120 – roll 174( 88+ 86) – target achieved – current subliminal score 90

[Intrinsic thot: Frank likes it when I follow his lead. He wanted to test my oral skills, I should ask him if he would like to test anything else.] – target 115 – roll 129 (39 + 90) – target achieved – current subliminal score 92 – this marks the first time we have entered endgame territory. The next chapter will be rolling against a 192 score and with her score at 92 a crit will mark her fall. Each new chapter, unless she does the unlikely and wins several rolls to lower her score, can end this path.

The ideas hit like hammer blows against her sense of self worth. She saw the problem clearly. She was so caught up in why this was happening and how she could escape, if she shut off her mind, let the lust flow through her she would be the exact little whore he was looking for.

She had to leave her own wants on the backburner and devote that energy to giving mas….Frank…..DAMN IT! The tendrils fucking with her head weren’t being subtle anymore. Liz had no idea how long she had left, it was happening more and more and sooner rather then later she was going to slip.

She couldn’t bring herself to call him Master. Least of all in her own thoughts. She new it was all but inevitable at this point but she wanted so desperately to resist.

Anyway, she needed to devote that energy toward pleasing Frank. He CLEARLY wants to fuck her, there is no way in hell he would just settle for my mouth, she thought.

The first thing he did was go after her pussy after all. Her unwillingness to give it freely had led her here. She wondered what would have happened if she just surrendered that first night, thrown aside the towel and let him have his way.

Would she have cum? It didn’t take much work of his finger to have her dripping and ready. At least physically. She wasn’t ready for it mentally though, she was still thinking about herself like a person, with opinions and rights. She saw it differently now.

Frank watched her eyes flick side to side as she had some sort of internal struggle.

The last vestige of the old Liz fought through for a second looking up at Frank with **** panic “What…Did…you…do…to…me?” every word seemed to require an obscene effort.

He placed his finger under her chin and looked deep into her eyes. He saw the little spark of fire that had fought its way up flicker and die.

“I **** you, put lots of fun new ideas in your head then I cut you free to see what kind of new whore I had made. Your mother didn’t respond right but you, you fell in line perfectly. You have given me huge pieces of your soul with minimal resistance. And I think it’s only a matter of days until your stop acting like a **** cunt and start being one.”

Liz felt it in her very soul, her cunt throbbed in **** need of a release, she couldn’t help but think Frank was grossly overestimating how much longer she would have any concept of free will.

She found herself channeling all of the bullies who had ever pulled at the sides of their eyes and started doing mock Asian accents she looked up at mast…..FRANK! and smiled before saying

“Me sucky sucky good time!”

She pulled apart the lips of her soaked pussy and asked

“wany fucky fucky?” she bit her bottom lip and hoped she gave him a seductive look.