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*An excerpt from the latest entry in the* [*Rewired for Pleasure*]( *series.*

It was with a pulsing, binaural thrumming in her ears and spinning, flickering lights in her eyes that consciousness returned to Jessica. It took a moment for her to recall her situation, a moment that drug on noticeably as a waft of cool air on her skin made it crystal clear she was naked.

She squirmed against her bindings as she pieced things together, feeling the back of the chair press against her. The irregular beat impeded her thoughts, and the swirling pools of light drew her vision in loops, making it hard to focus on any one point.

It was then that the vibrations began.

There was the sound of a soft hum as something vibrated to life against her skin. Jessica let out a surprised moan—one she found muffled by something filling her mouth almost into her throat—as her body grew flushed, the sensation of the device tingling and tickling its way between her thighs until it rested gently against her swollen pussy.

“Hello there, Jessica,” a voice bubbled around the sounds in her ears. “It’s time for us to have a little talk.”

Her mind grew fuzzy as the waves of pleasure began to mount, and the feeling of being watched only intensified her excitement. “I do hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

Jessica strained against the bindings on her hands and legs, her body bucking as she felt another, smaller vibration press onto her clit. This slower, deeper sensation sent liquid heat spilling between her thighs, making her teeth grit against her gag.

“My, my, someone’s already making a mess. Something tells me you will tell me everything I want to hear without hesitation. Good little sluts like you always do what they’re told.” The voice gave a low, dark chuckle. “Especially when they’re programmed to do so.”

Her hips pressed forward into the sensations, her slick, needy pussy seeking out more contact even as it drove her to her limit, her body aching with need.

A bright flash of white light seared into her retinas, and as Jessica’s senses faded to black, the wondered reverberated in her mind, *I am a slut.*

“This machine is going to turn your brain to mush,” the voice teased, “and the only thing you’re going to ever want to do is obey. You’re going to give me all your secrets, and then maybe I’ll let you cum like the perverted whore you are.”

*Give all my secrets…* Jessica’s mind spun, feeling her need reach new heights. *And cum, he’ll let me cum.*

Her thoughts writhed around the words being forced into her mind, and she sank into them. Bathed in them. She felt her mind succumbing, a hot, needy ache drowning out all other thoughts.

“I’m going to take that gag out now. When I do, all the things I want will pour out of them. Your silly little brain is going to be flooded with thoughts of serving me and giving me every last scrap of information I desire.”

*Serve, give every last scrap, serve…*

“And then, I’ll put something back down your throat. Something better than some stupid gag.”

Jessica’s thoughts swam through the haze of her pleasure-addled brain, everything a mix of hunger and desire and devilish sensation.

And still, below it all, a part of her watched it all. That part of her was clear. It was controlled. But more than anything, it was amused.

With a little jerk, Jessica felt the gag extracted from her mouth. A long, saliva-slick phallus passed out from her lips, leaving her panting as a thick line of drool stretched between its base and her mouth.

Jessica gasped in a few deep breaths before a shock of pleasure made her arch her back and cry out as she tried to squeeze her thighs together. The vibrator slid inside her, buzzing her inner channel and making her insides shake and quiver while she felt an orgasm rising in her loins.

A low, throaty moan escaped her lips, the scent of her own sweat and arousal rising in her nostrils. “That’s right, you little fuck doll. Moan, like the good slut you are. Now talk. Talk, and I’ll let you return to buzzing your stupid little brain away.”

Jessica giggled, then writhed and bucked again as another shock of pleasure ran through her body, making her voice break on a high-pitched moan. “N-n-never!”

“Oh, really,” the voice said flatly. With a sudden shock, the intensity of the vibrator’s thrumming doubled. Jessica’s head swam at the new onslaught of pleasure that overtook her and threatened to drown out all wondered. “You know, I was going to hold off on this. But you’ve always been a haughty little bitch.”

A sharp click and Jessica yelped as clamps pinched down on her nipples. She could feel her swollen, sensitive flesh between the cold metal and the vibrations of the toy in her pussy, the pleasure growing and growing as her need mounted impossibly high.

Jessica gasped, the orgasm rising inside her loins, the pleasure rising higher and higher but never seeming to peak. She mewled in desperate, needy agony as the clips on her nipples vibrated as well, making the sensitive tips twitch and throb with an intensity that would have been painful if not for her current state of arousal.

“You’re a smart girl, Jessica. Or, at least, you were. You know the machine won’t let you cum till you give me what I want. You *want* to give me what I want. You want to *obey.* You want to *submit*.”

“OK, OK!” she moaned at last. “I’ll ta-alk.”

Another click and Jessica moaned as the intensity of the clamps on her nipples increased as well, the buzzing more intense now as her nipples throbbed with the sensations in her loins, her toes curling with the need to cum while her hips rocked into the vibrator between her thighs.

“Good girl. Now just look into the happy spirals, and tell your new Master everything he wants to know.”

With a final click, the vibrations stopped in an instant. The whirlpools of light in her vision were like a vortex now, sucking her deeper and deeper, leaving her whimpering and pleading for them to continue while the desire to obey was flooding every fiber of her being.

“Y-es, Master,” Jessica cooed as she watched her mind, soft and gooey now, ready to do whatever the voice wanted. “What d-do you wish…”

“The mission, you stupid slut. Tell me about the mission. What you and your dumbfuck friends were targeting. What you did. What you found.”

“Oh,” Jessica giggled again. “That.”

“Yes, bitch,” the voice said impatiently. “That.”

With the liquid pools of light filling her vision, Jessica felt her head tilt one way, then another. “Are you sure? It’s, like, *really* complicated.” She heard her voice in the earphones, lilting up at the end.

A hand grasped her short hair and yanked her head back. She could feel the breath on her face as the voice said, “I said tell me, slut. I’m all fucking ears.”

She giggled one last time, though this one was inside her head, from the part that looked out from under everything. “OK…”

There was a pull, and the device covering Jessica’s face and eyes was pulled off her head. Her vision swam as her eyes readjusted to the shadowy interrogation chamber she found herself in.

The face of the interrogator staring at her was stern. He was holding a control tablet in his hand, staring at her with a cold, appraising glare that said he didn’t care in the slightest about her existence, only what information he could glean from her.

Jessica smiled at him, a warm, lilting, dreamy smile that brought the dimples out on her cheeks.

“Soooo…” she hesitated, her dreamy gaze drifting in and out of focus. “Well, our mission wasn’t on land but on a sea of infinite white seashells. Talk about weird, huh?”

The interrogator furrowed his brow. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“The mission, silly!” she said with another giggle.

Looking down at his tablet, the man looked ready to apply more coercive measures on her but sighed and shook his head. Tapping notes on his screen, he said, “God damn code-writers… Keep going.”

Jessica nodded dreamily. “As we traversed this sea, we had to *feel a wave of relaxation* wash over us. It was such *a wonderful sensation*. An *unfamiliar calm* that *penetrates the deepest parts of our being*.”

The shifts in her tone were subtle, and the man squinted as he continued tapping his notes.

“Each seashell, unique in its pattern, was an action, a decision. It was crazy! Like, a big maze of possibility. Each one going on and on and on.” Her voice lilted, her words seeming to flow like water as she said, “It was like we were following our fate down the spiral. Down and *down*, and at every turn, and at every turn there more paths and each read *walk down into slumber*.”

When the interrogator looked up, there was confusion in his eyes. “What was your mission? Your purpose there… slut.” The last word was almost an afterthought.

Jessica’s grin grew wider. “To navigate the sea, of course! And to navigate such an abstract sea, we needed a compass. But not just any compass, you know,” Jessica continued, her words increasingly nonsensical. “We’d need a compass that points not to the magnetic North but to the color blue on a spectrum of emotions. Can you *imagine how that would feel*?”

Absolutely! Here’s how Jessica might use a combination of confusion and embedded commands:

Alex leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Jessica. “Are you ready to tell me the plans now?” He asked, confident that he’d successfully put her into a trance.

Jessica smirked, her eyes meeting his. “Sure, Alex. I’d love to take you through the story,” she said, her voice steady.

“You see, our mission begins not on land but on a sea of infinite white seashells. Picture that,” she began, her words purposefully puzzling. “Each seashell, unique in its pattern, represents an action, a decision. Can you grasp the magnitude of that? It’s a veritable maze of possibility.”

Alex’s brow furrowed as he tried to figure out her words. Meanwhile, Jessica subtly continued, embedding her commands within her confusion-laden story.

“As we traverse this sea, Alex, we might ‘feel a wave of relaxation’ wash over us. Isn’t that ‘a wonderful sensation’? An ‘unfamiliar calm’ that ‘penetrates the deepest parts of our being.’ Wouldn’t you ‘love to experience that,’ Alex?” Her tone shifted subtly as she spoke these phrases, marking them as commands for Alex’s subconscious.

“Of course, to navigate such an abstract sea, we’d need a compass. But not just any compass, Alex,” Jessica continued, her words increasingly nonsensical. “We’d need a compass that points not to the magnetic North but to the color blue on a spectrum of emotions. Can you ‘imagine how that would feel’?”

As Jessica spoke, she noticed the interrogator’s eyes glaze over slightly. “Feel? How would I… What do you mean?”

“It’s easy. The compass points to the emotion blue, and everyone knows blue is the emotion of *peace*. Of *obedience*. And as we *dive deeper into that ocean of perfect blue obedience*, we found that *surrendering to this sensation* would be *the only logical course*.”

The interrogator let out a long, deep sigh as he began to nod along with her words, the dazed expression on his face intensifying as he began to mirror her mannerisms, even nodding when she did. Breathe in when she did. “Logical, yes,” he said, his voice growing quieter with each word spoken.

Jessica’s eyes twinkled, her dazed look fading, like she was gently hoisting it onto her interrogator with each word spoken. She shifted in her bindings, biting her lip as the phallus, no longer vibrating but still very much in her, rubbed against her insides with every movement she made. Pressing back, she raised her shoulders and presented her full, pert breasts to the man. His eyes drifted from her face to them, where they locked instantly.

“Logical, yes,” Jessica said, her voice even and dreamy as she looked up at him and continued to speak. “It only makes sense. Makes sense to *sink into that feeling* and to *surrender to the calm.* Surrender to the… *blue.*”

“Surrender… blue,” the man murmured as he stared at her chest, his fingers tracing over the buttons on his shirt, almost subconsciously. “Surrender to the blue…”

“That’s it,” she purred with sweet, nurturing innocence. “And as we *stared down*, it was impossible to think of anything else but what we saw. It made you just want to *watch*. Made *you want to give in*. Made *you want to touch yourself*.”

Her eyes narrowed as she spoke the final words, her gaze locking with the man’s as his hand drifted down his shirt until he reached the front of his pants and began to unbuckle his belt with clumsy fingers.

“It was impossible not to *stare at those perfect tits*. Impossible not to *worship them*,” she murmured, her words clear, gentle, and penetrating.

“Worship…” the man said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Worship…” He slid his pants down to his knees, revealing the hardening outline of his cock through his boxer briefs, and all the while, he continued to stare at her breasts, his eyes full of need and awe and adoration as his fingers fumbled with the hem of his underwear until his cock bounced free, swollen, hard, and throbbing.

Jessica let out a shuddering breath as she pressed her hips forward, the toy in her pussy sliding in deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every rock of her hips. At the same time, the man’s member bobbed in time with her motions, his gaze never once moving from her breasts.

The pleasure only strengthened Jessica’s tone, making it all the more commanding. “And swimming in that lovely sea, enraptured by those perfect tits, you just had to *stroke yourself hard; you* couldn’t do anything but *stroke yourself empty.* Couldn’t do anything but *think about those tits*.”

“Tits… tits…” the man breathed, his fingers trembling as he took hold of his cock and began to pump, his gaze still locked on her breasts and all but glazed over with lust and desire.

Jessica continued, her tone lilting with power as she said, “And now, with those perfect tits right in front of you, *erasing every thought in your little brain,* you can only *stare at them, touch them, worship them*.”

“Worship,” the man groaned as he came forward. Jessica reached forward and plucked the tablet from the man’s hand as he wrapped it around one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers while the other pumped his throbbing, stiff cock, the pre-cum already dripping from its tip.

“That’s right, my little goner boy, just keep stroking yourself to my tits,” Jessica said as she scanned over the tablet screen. “Pump your little dick for me.”

With a whimper, the man nodded and began to pump his cock harder. While Jessica found it difficult to navigate the tablet controls with only one hand, she found she could reach the button she most cared about at the moment.

With one little tap, the vibrations inside her pussy and against her clit started up again, causing her to gasp and moan as the man continued to stroke himself, his face beet-red, his mouth open, his eyes full of lust as he stared at her body, his mind entirely lost to his sexual desire.

“That’s… ahhh, that’s right. Not a thing left in your empty little head.” Jessica said between her moans and panting breath. She felt the heat and the wetness dripping down her thighs as the toy vibrated away at her insides and her clit alike, sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her body with each thrust of her hips, each twitch of her muscles.

“All you can see, all you can think of is *tits,* is *squeezing my tits*, is *fucking my tits*,” she moaned as her hips picked up speed, her pussy clenching around the toy buried within her, her clit on fire with the blissful buzz of the clit vibrator.

“Those fucking tits…” he said with a whimper, his lips trembling as his hand became a blur, pumping his cock as fast as he could, his empty and glassy.

“Those fucking tits,” she echoed with a lewd smile as she tapped another button on the tablet. The cuffs on her arms popped open, and she let the tablet fall to the ground as she reached up to grab the man’s collar.

She pulled him close, her lips teasing his. She shuddered as her ecstasy neared its peak. She felt drunk. Drunk on the pleasure. On the power. On the control.

“Cum for me, Alex,” she said, her tongue darting out to lick his upper lip. “Cum your worthless mind empty and sink into a perfect sleep for me.”

He whimpered and nodded as his cock gave a series of uneven twitches as his pleasure grew increasingly urgent until finally, with a soft whine, he came, spurting rope after rope of cum against Jessica’s belly and breasts as she pulled him in to kiss him deeply.

Jessica came seconds later, her orgasm rushing like a lightning bolt. She bit down lightly on the man’s lip, her back arching up off the chair and her pussy clenching down hard on the toy buried within her, forcing it out against the force of her spasming walls.

Alex was limp in her arms, a blissed-out grin on his face, his eyelids drooping, his eyes half-lidded with euphoria. With a final thrust, Jessica pulled him closer, his body slumped against hers, and she pushed the man up, slipping out of the chair and letting him take her place.

She turned back to him, giving his dribbling cock a playful rub as she reached down and used the tablet to re-engage the restraints and lock him in the chair. “There we go, you good, little gooner,” she cooed as she walked around the chair. “All safe and secure.”

And then, raising her arms to stretch the soreness out of them, Jessica called out in a loud, clear voice. “Time.”

The lights in the room brightened, revealing the full confines of the small training room. It was sparsely decorated, the walls a cool steel gray with a smooth, dark marble tile floor. On the far wall was a wide mirrored window, and from behind it, she heard the faint sound of laughter. This laughter grew in volume as the door swung open, and Mr. Carlos, Hypnos Track counselor, walked in, still chuckling heartily.

“That,” the tawny-skinned man said, wiping a tear from his eye, “was quite the display, Jessica.”

With casually tossed the blonde girl a towel with an underhand throw before adding with one hand on his hip, “But you were kind of rubbing your victory in there at the end, weren’t you?”

Jessica wiped the spunk off her stomach, chest, and arms—though not before licking some off her wrist—then let the towel fall to the floor. “I didn’t think that was what I was rubbing, sir.”

Mr. Carlos snorted, his laughter momentarily re-igniting. “Fair point.” He clapped a hand on his male prospect’s shoulder. “All right, Alex. Up and at em. *Omega White Clear*.”

The young man immediately rose out of his trance. He blinked sleepily, looking from Jessica’s naked body to his snickering counselor. “Huh? What happ—” he glanced down at his restraints and his softening, cum slick member. “Oh. Oh, god damn it.”

“Yup,” Mr. Carlos said, squeezing Alex’s shoulder amiably before kneeling to pick up the tablet. “Looks like the Ares girl beat you at your own game. I think someone will need another weekend of conditioning remedials before Crucible Week begins.”

As the counselor popped open the arm restraints again, Alex sighed. “Yes, sir,” he said, giving Jessica a reproachful look.

Jessica gave an apologetic shrug. “If it makes you feel any better, your delivery was pretty good, and the application was solid. I was pretty nearly gone there for a bit.” She extended a hand. “No hard feelings?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said grumpily but took her hand and rose from the chair. “You know, it’s hardly fair we have to go against you. You got, like, the highest mental resistance score of anyone in Ares Track.”

“Of any Track,” Mr. Carlos corrected, still studying the tablet. He paused, taking up the towel to wipe some of Alex’s seed off it before turning to them. “And she’s a good liar, too.” He said with a wink to her. “That’s going to be 30 points to your class. Ms. Lauren should be proud.”

Jessica felt herself blushing and looked away from Alex as he grumbled some more. She wrapped the second towel from Mr. Carlos around her waist.

As she left the room and into the warm halls of the Training Complex, the Hypnos counselor followed her out. “Say, Jessica. Did Ms. Lauren give any thought to your transfer proposal?”

She smirked but tried to keep her expression respectful. “I don’t think she’s inclined to accept, Mr. Carlos.”

Mr. Carlos didn’t look surprised. “Yeah, I thought so.” He said with a solemn sigh.

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*Thank you for reading my story. If you enjoyed it, you can discover more of my stuff* [*here*]( If you’d like to read more about Jessica, you can discover more of her story in the* [*Rewired for Pleasure*]( *series.*

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