Stacey controls her toy physically instead of mentally

Stacey, standing nearly naked (only a tight t-shirt over her braless top), her slender yoga-toned hot model's body juxtaposed with a cock beyond the bounds of human anatomy, reached towards Krissi with the marker.

Where she'd written CUM ADDICT and related commands, she crossed out the words. As soon as she did the words faded from Krissi's skin, and the gnawing weight of her cum obsession, the mixed physical and psychological need, lifted from her instantly.

It was part relief of course, her mind returning far closer to normal than it had been since she'd been captured by these sickos. But that just let her feel the dangers of her position all the more keenly too, and dampened the distorting mix of lust and addiction that had made her anything other than terrified of this whole situation.

Stacey crossed out the last remaining psychological alteration, OBEDIENT, and with it the crippling of Krissi's willpower, the accumulated Stockholm syndrome like effect of the sexual **** she'd been subjected to that had made her start to think of herself as Krissi, cum slut whore and object designed for sexual pleasure.

Krissi didn't think, she reached out as fast as she could to snatch the marker away from Stacey. Her hand closed around it and for a glorious second she thought she'd caught Stacey offguard enough to get it away from her and have a fighting chance. But no - she hadn't knocked it from Stacey's hands. More than that, it hadn't even budged in Stacey's grip. The yoga instructor grinned evilly, then calmly grabbed Krissi's wrist. With an iron grip that Krissi couldn't begin to fight she twisted Krissi's arm to **** her, whimpering, onto her knees. Krissi got a glimpse of the words SUPER STRENGTH on her biceps. Stacey aimed her enormous cock at her victim's face, and the bulbous head smacked sharply into her cheek. Krissi cringed and turned away, but Stacey twisted her arm more until she was **** to face it again.

"Oh my little suck-puppet, I don't think you can appreciate just quite the effect you have. I know it's just the marker doing it, the FEMININE FUCKABLE FACE and DICK-SUCKING LIPS I gave you, but I still can't stop thinking about your sweet whore lips wrapped around my cock, taking me in your mouth, doing delicious things to me with your tongue. I know in my gut just how impossibly good it will feel, and I can't believe I didn't think to take advantage sooner. But I was making it too easy on you. I was letting you escape humiliation by putting too much making you too big a slut. Does that make any sense? If I take away too much of your willpower whenever you see a cock you're not really a whore, more of a toy. And that's fine sometimes, but right now I want you to be the dirty, degraded pervert you are."

Her cock smacked into Krissi's cheek and lips again, and this time it left an ample trail of precum staining her flushed cheeks. Only an immediately-repressed ghost of her addiction stirred.

"MMMMmmmmm, you see how much this is turning me on? I was right, this was a good choice. Now, little cockslut, I gave you a mouth for sucking and I think it's about time you started using it."

Krissi trembled. She had her free will back and yet she was being **** into this? But she had ****. Even as a tear streamed down her cheek she opened her mouth, knowing instinctively thanks to the marker's enchantments just how she'd use her beestung pink lips and her long agile tongue to please even this veined monstrosity in front of her.