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The next morning, Leonie and Nadja met at a quiet café. Nadja was wearing large sunglasses and a long scarf, even though it was warm. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed.

Leonie smiled gently and took her hand. “So? How did it feel? Honestly.”

Nadja hesitated for a moment, then blurted out: “I… I’ve never been this horny in my life. I thought I’d die of shame when the lights came on and everyone saw me naked. But at the same time… I was so wet that it was running down my thighs. And when I knelt in front of that black man and got his cum on my face… I almost came without anyone even touching me.”

Leonie nodded with satisfaction. “And Jan?”

Nadja lowered her voice. “He was completely hard. When I told him everything last night, he jerked off almost immediately. Especially the scene with the black security guard really turned him on. He asked how big his cock was… and if I liked the taste.”

Leonie laughed softly and darkly. “Very good. That’s exactly the sign we’ve been waiting for. His brain now associates humiliation, black men, and your horniness with intense arousal. Let’s keep going.”

Over the next two weeks, they went to the movies three more times—this time deliberately in the morning, to smaller, rather dingy porn theaters where not much was going on.

The first time, they sat all the way in the back. Leonie and Mia stripped Nadja again until she was sitting there with only her shoes on. While a woman was being ridden by an extremely well-endowed black man on the screen, several men in the rows in front of them were openly jerking off. One even stood up, came closer, and shot thick, warm loads onto Nadja’s breasts and stomach. Nadja trembled all over, half in panic, half in ecstasy.

“Leonie… everyone can see that…,” she whispered desperately.

Leonie held her tight, kissed her neck, and slid two fingers deep into her dripping pussy. “Shhh. That’s good. Jan will smell the foreign cum on you later. His subconscious will pick up on it. That triggers his sperm production and his testosterone. The more foreign cum you carry, the hornier and more potent he’ll become—even if he doesn’t understand it.”

The second time was even more ****. Two older men sat down right next to her. While Leonie and Mia took turns licking Nadja, the strangers jerked off and took turns cumming on Nadja’s face and tits. A thick load even landed in her open mouth. Nadja swallowed reflexively, her eyes wide open.

By the third visit, Nadja was almost conditioned. She sat there naked, legs spread wide, and let a young Black man stand right in front of her and jerk off into her face. When his thick stream hit her, she came violently herself, without anyone touching her.

At home, Jan could smell the strangers’ cum on her every time—in her hair, on her skin, between her breasts. He grew hornier and hornier, more and more frustrated, harder and harder. And he asked about Leoni more and more often.

Nadja herself began to no longer perceive the stranger’s semen on her skin merely as humiliation. Her subconscious had come to associate the smell and the sticky warmth with pure, forbidden lust. When she showered in the evening, she caught herself running her fingers over the dried remnants and moaning softly.

Leonie watched it all with cold satisfaction.

The next day

Leoni sat in her dark loft, her legs spread wide on the desk, clad only in an open silk robe. The large monitor was showing the live feed from Mia’s hidden camera in the studio. Mia was sitting on Jan’s lap again, her back leaning against his chest, while she slowly circled her bare ass over his hard, dripping cock.

Jan was editing the latest photos—a particularly hot series that Leoni had had taken especially for this test. Her and Nadja in the porn theater.

The pictures showed Leoni herself and Nadja.

Both women were naked, glistening with oil. Leoni was on all fours, her plump ass thrust high, while a muscular black dancer stood behind her, his huge, thick cock resting heavily between her ass cheeks. Nadja lay beneath her, legs spread wide, her face directly under Leoni’s dripping pussy, while a second black stud pressed his massive cockhead against Nadja’s tight slit. The third dancer stood over them, massaging his own hard cock and sliding it over both women.

They were extremely explicit, high-resolution images.

Mia whispered in Jan’s ear as she slid his cock back and forth between her wet labia: “Look… the new photos. Leon said you should make the cocks even more impressive.”

Jan opened the file.

And at that very moment, it happened.

His gaze didn’t even flicker toward the two women. Not to Leoni’s unmistakable body, not to Nadja’s face, not to the familiar breasts of his own wife. His eyes darted straight, as if magnetically drawn, to the three huge, black cocks.

Mia chuckled softly and reported live into the microphone: “Uh… what about the women? Take a look at them.”

Jan blinked briefly, almost confused. For a tiny moment, something seemed to click in his head—as if he were seeing something familiar. His eyes darted briefly to Leoni’s ass, then to Nadja’s face…

But the moment his gaze strayed from the black monster cocks for even a second, Mia stopped moving. She lifted her ass slightly so that his cock jutted out into the cold air, throbbing painfully.

Jan groaned in agony and immediately stared back at the thick, shiny black cocks. Mia rewarded him instantly, clamping her wet, hot pussy tightly around his shaft again and rubbing him slowly and sensually.

“Just like that,” she purred. “Just look at the cocks… they’re what matters.”

Leoni in the loft laughed out loud, threw her head back, and shoved three fingers deep into her own dripping pussy.

“Fuck… it really works,” she gasped with laughter and lust. “He’s not even looking at her anymore. He goes straight for the hard black cocks. And he doesn’t even notice that it’s me and his own wife in all the photos, getting photographed here under some black cocks. While the dancers massage their beautiful bodies.”

On the monitor, she saw Jan blink briefly in confusion once more. His gaze wandered for half a second to Nadja’s face—the face of his own wife, who was currently kissing a huge black cock. But the conditioning ran too deep.

Immediately, as he looked away, Mia stopped rubbing.

Jan snapped his gaze back to the thick, veiny black cocks and groaned with relief as Mia pleasured him again with her wet slit.

“Hypnosis works,” Mia whispered triumphantly. “He didn’t recognize you. He didn’t even recognize his own wife. His brain is now completely conditioned: big black cocks = pure pleasure. Everything else is unimportant.”

Mia grinned at the hidden camera and whispered, “Should I **** him a little longer?”

Leoni came hard, trembling, her fingers buried deep inside her, and moaned:

“Yes… let him keep staring at the cocks that will soon be fucking his wife. And tell him that Leoni and Nadja in the photos are ‘just some models.’ He should make the cocks even bigger. Even thicker. Even more dominant.”

She laughed darkly as her orgasm subsided.

“The man who destroyed me is mentally masturbating to the cocks that will impregnate his own wife—and doesn’t recognize either her or me.”