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Story title : Hypnotizing Ronni 

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Hypnotizing Ronni (MF, ws, mc, huml, nc, v)
by Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com)

***

Damien gets tired of being sweet, innocent Ronni's 'best 
friend and the big brother she never had' and hypnotizes 
her into being his fuck slut. 

***

Chapter 1: HYPNOSIS

"I really don't know about this, Damien," Ronni said 
dubiously, looking at the heavy gold... well, gold 
colored, it certainly wasn't real gold... chain I had 
dangling from one hand.

'Dubiously' because Ronni is too sweet and good-natured 
to really be suspicious, although she should certainly 
have been suspicious of me, because if tonight's 
experiment worked, I intended to take advantage of her 
sweetness and good nature in every conceivable way. But 
of course, she didn't know that.

"Oh, well, I DO know about this, Ronni," I told her, 
smiling. "It's absolutely not going to work and I'm going 
to look like a complete idiot. But you're used to that, 
right?"

She smiled back at me, a little reluctantly, but I could 
tell that my reminding her of my usual bungling 
incompetence had reassured her. "Are you sure Nancy told 
you she couldn't come tonight?" she asked, plaintively, 
but I could tell she was going to go through with it. 
Thank God I'd come up with the 'Nancy will be there too' 
stratagem; it had allayed her fears just enough.

"I told you," I told her, forcing faux patience into my 
tone, "she had to work at the dining hall late. She 
couldn't help it." Actually, I'd had Nancy initially 
agree to act as our 'chaperone' and then call at the last 
minute, after Ronni had shown up at my place for the 
session, to tell us that she couldn't make it.

There was no need for Ronni to know that ever since I'd 
accidentally discovered that Nancy had stolen $2200 from 
the dining hall bank deposit bags the previous semester. 
I owned her ass, and taking part in this little charade 
was the least of the services I routinely forced Nancy to 
perform for me. Besides, if everything went well tonight, 
Ronni would soon have her very own first hand experience 
at being owned by me. 

But no, Ronni didn't need to know any of that. The point 
of the exercise had been to reassure Ronni enough that 
she would actually show up and let me try to hypnotize 
her, and it had worked like a charm. So far, anyway. Now, 
if the instructions in the damn book only worked just as 
well, I was in like Flint.

Ronni sighed and flipped her wavy mid-brown hair back out 
of her eyes with a toss of her head. "Okay, okay," she 
said, looking long suffering and put upon, which is a 
fairly common expression when Ronni is dealing with me. 
Don't get me wrong; we're friends, in fact, we're even 
close friends, and have been ever since we met at the 
start of the previous semester. But Ronni is painfully 
aware of my near obsessive physical crush on her since we 
tried dating back when we first met, and I am just as 
painfully aware that (a) she's saving herself for 
marriage, and (b) if anyone is going to convince her 
otherwise, it will have to be someone she finds a lot 
more physically attractive than she finds me.

It had taken every ounce of charm I had and quite a lot 
of really humiliating apologizing/groveling to get her to 
forgive me for trying to shove my tongue down her throat 
while grabbing her boob on our second date. I'd managed 
it, and in fact, she and I had even progressed to 
'friendly' displays of affection like hugs and brief 
mouth busses good night and I could even put my arm 
around her shoulders once in a while if we were seeing a 
movie together... but we had the firm understanding that 
we were 'just good friends'. Or she did, anyway.

Me, I'd just decided on another approach.

Ronni is a sweet girl, and a very beautiful one, but she 
has health problems... asthma, and some bad allergies, 
including a very nasty case of lactose intolerance. I'd 
mentioned to her casually that some of these conditions 
had been known, in the past, to respond well to hypnotic 
suggestion, and she'd shown mild interest. I'd thought 
about that for a while and finally decided to take a 
shot.

So I'd gotten a few books out of the library on 
hypnotism, and then told Ronni some bullshit story about 
needing a project to write a paper on for a psych class. 
Ronni is very sweet and very trusting, even with guys she 
shouldn't be sweet or trusting with like me, so after a 
little coaxing, and the promise that Nancy would be there 
too, she'd consented, mostly because I think she was 
pretty sure I couldn't do it, and maybe with a little 
hope that if I could, it might actually help with her 
asthma. 

You may be getting the feeling that I'm not a very nice 
guy, given what I mentioned in passing about my 
relationship with Nancy and what I was setting Ronni up 
for. Let me just say that if you're a heterosexual male, 
then the only reason you could possibly think that way is 
because you've never met either Nancy or Ronni. Jan 
doesn't come into this story so I won't bother describing 
her, but Ronni is 5'8" of sheer brunette heaven in a 
sweet, innocent, sincerely, tediously decent Good Girl 
package. 18-years-old, with shoulder length, somewhat 
wavy brown hair a shade between dark and light, big hazel 
eyes she hid behind oversized plastic framed glasses, a 
cute little pug nose, a blunt chin and a wide, full 
lipped mouth making up an oval, nearly plain peasant 
girl's face that became remarkably pretty when she smiled 
one of her shy, hesitant little smiles... 

But it was from the neck down that Ronni was a traffic 
stopper, at least in potential, if she'd ever shuck the 
little girl bib overalls and baggy colored t-shirts and 
cotton checked lumberjack shirts and old loose jeans she 
preferred to wear everywhere, and put on something tight 
and skimpy enough to show off a body that was hot enough 
to blister paint. Flat stomached, high-titted with a set 
that had to be at least 36Ds, perfectly round with just 
the slightest, sexiest little hint of bobble-sag, and a 
wide hipped, tautly rounded ass sitting on top of a pair 
of legs shaped so perfectly they could have been sculpted 
by Michelangelo... my God. I couldn't even look at Ronni 
without having to fight the urge to shove her to her 
knees and fuck her mouth until her eardrums popped. 

And, of course, she absolutely meant it when she told me 
she was going to stay a virgin until she got married, and 
unlike many girls who say that, she didn't mean just 
technically a virgin, either. (Although, as far as that 
goes, from what discussions on sex we'd had, Ronni had no 
intentions of ever doing anything BUT conventional 
fucking in the missionary position even after she got 
married... she'd caught me with some hardcore once and 
spent a good several minutes telling me how disgusting 
the idea of blowjobs were, and I think she was too 
shocked to even speak when she turned a page and saw a 
chick taking a monster dick up the ass.)

But if my plan worked, well, there was going to be a 
radical adjustment to Ronni's attitude, to say the least.

"Okay," I said. "Are you ready?" I held up the gold chain 
so it hung down from my thumb and forefinger, lightly 
swinging back and forth. "You know the drill... just like 
in Scooby Doobie Doo. Focus on the chain, listen to my 
voice. The chain and my voice are your whole world, 
Ronni. Sit back, get comfortable, relax, and watch the 
chain. Listen to my voice. The chain and my voice are 
your whole world, Ronni. You only hear my voice, you only 
see the chain. The chain and my voice are your whole 
world, Ronni..."

The book had stressed monotonous, soothing repetition of 
words and movement, to rivet the attention and induce a 
sense of lethargy, and, if the subject was cooperative 
and responsive, a trance state. I'd written out a little 
speech before hand, stressing the same patterns of words 
over and over again. The book had also stressed patience; 
most would be hypnotists give up inside a minute, and it 
often takes several minutes of careful repetition to put 
a subject into a trance the first time. So I watched her 
carefully and repeated myself, varying the words but not 
the phrases or the cadence or the tone, and keeping the 
chain swinging back and forth, reflecting the light from 
my desk lamp, in the exact same arc of space. 

After several minutes of making myself carefully do this, 
I realized Ronni's eyes looked different somehow, and 
then realized, with a feeling of mild shock, that the 
pupils seemed to be almost completely black... her irises 
had grown so large they'd nearly blocked out the hazel 
orbs of her pupils themselves. I remembered from an SF 
novel I'd read that that indicated a subject was 
fascinated with whatever they were looking at.

"You can now feel yourself growing sleepy, Ronni," I 
said, moving into the classic next stage, deepening the 
trance. "Although at the same time you still feel alert 
and can continue to hear my voice, and in fact, my voice 
is now your whole world, because you are also too sleepy 
to move or keep your eyes open. My voice is your whole 
world, Ronni, and you are warm and comfortable and feel 
wonderful and your body is too heavy and comfortable to 
move and your eyes are too heavy to keep open. My voice 
is your whole world, Ronni, and your eyes are closing, 
but in your mind you can still see the chain swinging 
back and forth, back and forth..."

To my silent amazement, Ronni's eyes blinked a few times, 
and then slipped firmly shut as I said this. Part of me 
was sure she was just playing a joke on me, but one of 
Ronni's few failings is that she has absolutely no sense 
of humor. Could this really be happening?

I put the chain down, watching to see if she would 
somehow react to that, but no, she sat there placidly, 
eyes closed, face calm, body entirely relaxed sitting 
back against the bolster running behind my bed, looking, 
if anything, contented and happy.

But I didn't dare get TOO excited and rush ahead; 
everything had to be done step by step. While it's not 
true that you can't hypnotize someone into doing anything 
they wouldn't do when they were awake, you do have to 
very carefully implant suggestions and ideas that your 
subject will accept without difficulty, all leading up, 
eventually, to the place where you want them to be. 

"You feel wonderful, Ronni, and part of you is very 
awake, but another part of you, the part that is normally 
awake, is getting sleepier and sleepier. You are sinking 
deeper and deeper into yourself. My voice is everything 
to you, it is the most beautiful music you have ever 
heard, you love my voice and need my voice and all you 
want to do is listen to my voice and obey my voice. You 
are sinking deeper and deeper inside yourself, Ronni, but 
you can still hear me, can't you, Ronni? Tell me if you 
can hear me."

"I can hear you," she said, calmly and lucidly, eyes 
closed, her face and body limp and relaxed, but her voice 
not at all sleepy. 

"How deep are you inside yourself now, Ronni? Don't worry 
about it, just tell me."

Without the slightest pause, she said "I am about a foot 
above my center, Damien."

"Go deeper, Ronni," I told her. "You need to. Go to your 
center, Ronni, where it's warm and you are safe and you 
can listen to my voice, which is the same as the sound of 
your heartbeat, Ronni, and which can never lie to you or 
deceive you or cause you harm."

"Yes, Damien," she said placidly, and then, "I am at my 
center now, Damien."

"How do you feel, Ronni?" I asked her.

"Warm," she said, sounding quietly happy. "Nice. 
Wonderful. Floatie."

"That's good, baby," I said. "Can you tell me about my 
voice? What is it like? What does it mean to you?"

"I love your voice, Damien," she said solemnly, like a 
nine year old reciting a memorized poem at school. "It's 
my whole world. It makes me feel safe."

I couldn't resist any more. "Ronni, you feel wonderful, 
very relaxed and warm, and your body is much, much too 
heavy and sleepy and tired to move at all... but it's a 
nice sleepiness, like after you've stayed up all day and 
played outside a lot and now you're getting ready for 
bed. I want you to concentrate on my voice and not pay 
any attention to anything else, Ronni."

"Yes, Damien," she said agreeably. 

With trembling hands, I reached out and unbuttoned the 
soft plaid cotton shirt she was wearing, opening it all 
the way down and pulling it back to bare her torso. Her 
full, perfectly rounded, lush breasts were held in an 
obviously not new, very conventional looking white cotton 
bra, although, to my delighted surprise, when I looked 
closely I saw the fastener was in the front... Ronni must 
find front-catch bras more convenient to put on, with 
that rack. That would make things easier by far. I 
twisted it open and slipped her bra cups off of her 
breasts, tucking them back to either side under her 
opened shirt.

Ronni's breasts were beautiful, as I'd always suspected; 
not only full and round and firm but with pretty, quarter 
sized, light brownish nipples, which shaded to perky pink 
nubs at their center. I sat down on the bed next to Ronni 
and took her breasts into my hands and began to play with 
them, gently, squeezing them softly and running my thumbs 
over her nipples. Oddly, I couldn't make them erect, 
probably because she was ignoring everything but my 
voice.

I played with them for a few minutes, then leaned down 
and kissed and sucked on each one for a few seconds. It 
was fun, but not as much fun as it was going to be... 
well, back to work. 

I sighed and moved back to my chair, leaving Ronni the 
way she was. She sat there placidly, her tits exposed on 
my bed, her nipples gleaming faintly from my mouth. 

"All right," I said, and took a deep breath. A few things 
I had to do first, and I couldn't forget. "Ronni, you are 
a perfectly healthy girl. You do not have allergies or 
asthma. You are strong and well and you feel wonderful 
all the time. Your body is your friend, not your enemy, 
and you are completely at home in it and comfortable with 
it. You are smart and sweet and you have friends and you 
know that people love you. You know that I love you."

Ronni's face seemed to shift a bit at that and I could 
see her eyes moving under her closed lids. After a second 
or so, she said "Yes, Damien."

"Yes, Damien, what, darling?" I asked her. 

"I am perfectly healthy," she said, almost chanting, her 
voice very sweet and mellow and absolutely certain. "I do 
not have silly allergies or asthma. I am strong and well 
and I feel wonderful all the time. My body is my friend 
and I am at home in it and comfortable with it. I am 
smart and sweet and I have friends who love me. And I 
know that you love me. I am happy that you love me, 
Damien."

I smiled. "All right, Ronni, now listen... Ontario. What 
place name did I just say, Ronni?"

"Ontario," she said instantly.

"That's right, sweetie," I said. "And when I awaken you 
and bring you up out of your center again and you are 
Awake Ronni once more, not Sleeping Ronni, you will 
remember everything we did and everything we said up 
until I said that place name. What was it again?"

"Ontario," she repeated, sounding pleased. 

"That's right, Ronni," I said. "But baby, do you remember 
me doing something with your sexy tits?"

She frowned. "I was only listening to your voice, Damien. 
I am only listening to your voice now."

Bingo! So, yes, I was covered; she would remember 
everything we'd done and everything we'd said, but only 
as it was referred to by my voice. So I didn't need to 
specifically remove the memory of me molesting her tits. 
Still... "Ronni, you won't remember this specifically 
when you are Awake Ronni, but you like having me play 
with your tits. You love it when I touch them and kiss 
them and suck them. You like it so much that whenever you 
and I are alone together, without even being aware of it, 
you will strip down so you are topless for me, and you 
will let me do whatever I like with your boobs and love 
it without worrying about it."

"Yes, Damien," she said contentedly, as she sat forward 
and began dreamily taking her open shirt and bra all the 
way off for me. I watched with delight as she put the 
garments on the bed beside her and sat back, topless.

"Ronni, can you suck your own nipples?" I asked her.

"I don't know, Damien," she said. "I've never tried."

Figured. This was one repressed girl; to have a set like 
that and not even try to get her tongue on them... 
"Ronni, do you masturbate?"

"No, Damien, I'm a good girl," she said placidly.

"Ronni, from now on, when you are Awake Ronni, you will 
masturbate whenever you get a chance... whenever you are 
by yourself, you will play with your pussy and your clit 
and make yourself feel good and bring yourself to orgasm, 
and you will... try to suck your nipples, Ronni, let's 
see if you can do that."

Ronni obligingly lowered her chin, put her tongue out, 
lifted one heavy breast in both hands and easily brought 
her nipple to her mouth. She began to lick at it and then 
closed her mouth around it and began suckling it like she 
was nursing. "That's nice, Ronni, you love that, see if 
you can do it one handed." Ronni moaned a little as she 
slurped and obligingly took one hand off her tit, 
shifting her grip with the other hand to hold it in place 
as she licked and sucked. "Now, Ronni, unsnap your jeans 
and put your hand inside your panties and play with your 
pussy while you do that."

Ronni obeyed me but it was awkward with just one hand, so 
I moved over and helped her, unsnapping her jeans and 
unzipping them and pulling them as open as I could. Her 
hand slipped under her off-white, boring panties. "Ronni, 
lift your butt up a sec," I said, and then pulled her 
jeans down off her ass to around her knees, and pulled 
her panties down too. Her pussy smelled sweet and was 
covered with dense curly dark brownish black hair. I 
decided to shave it for her and show her how so she could 
do it herself before I let her go tonight.

"Now, let me show you," I said, and I guided her fingers 
to her cunt, showing her where to find her clit (it took 
me a few seconds) and how to slip her fingers up into her 
opening. She wasn't lubricating much, so I said "Ronni, 
you love this and find it very exciting and your pussy 
will get very wet and stay very wet whenever you are by 
yourself or with me."

She promptly lubricated nicely, almost squishy, and began 
fingering herself with more enthusiasm. I looked up and 
saw her nipples were hard, too. "Suck each nipple in turn 
while you play with your cunt, Ronni," I told her. "Now 
try to make yourself cum."

I've never been big on porn about girls masturbating... 
I'd much rather see them doing something to someone 
else... but I was fascinated watching Ronni suck her own 
nipples, her hand holding up first one as she licked and 
kissed and nursed at it, then the other, back and forth, 
while her fingers played with her cunt hungrily. She 
seemed to find something that worked for her; she had her 
two middle fingers bent and pushed up her pussy and the 
heel of her palm rubbing against the top of her mound 
hard, where her clit was. Her index and pinky finger were 
rubbing up and down on her lips. She started groaning as 
she sucked her nipples and then I saw her start to 
shudder and buck on the bed. Under my tutelage Ronni had 
just had her first orgasm. 

"Did you like that, Ronni?" I asked her as she continued 
to somewhat more slowly play with herself. "You can stop 
sucking your nipples now if you want."

She let her breast relax back down to her chest and 
smiled, her eyes closed. "That was great, Damien. Can I 
do it again?"

"You can do it whenever you want to when you are by 
yourself, Ronni, and I want you to," I said. "And when 
you are alone with me, if you want to do it, I want you 
to ask me if you can."

"Thank you, Damien, can I do it again right now?" she 
asked me, sounding like a kid on Christmas. 

"First lick your fingers off, Ronni," I said. "You love 
the taste of pussy juice. The thought of licking pussy 
juice off your fingers makes you very horny."

She obligingly licked her fingers off, doing a 
painstaking and thorough job. 
I then had her put her fingers back in her cunt, telling 
her that was the place they should be as a default 
setting, if she didn't have anything better to do with 
them.

Then I went back to programming her. My dick was 
uncomfortably hard in my pants, so I slipped my jeans off 
at this point, ready for more fun... but I had to go step 
by step.

"Ronni," I said, "Remember the place name I told you?"

"Ontario," she said, pleasantly.

"Yes. Ronni, everything we say and do after I said that 
word, up until you are Awake Ronni again, you will not 
remember when you are Awake Ronni. Do you understand?" 
That would cover me teaching her to masturbate, of 
course. "You will obey my voice and you will follow all 
my voice's directions and instructions, but you will do 
so naturally, with each thing you do occurring to you 
naturally as part of your routine, which you will perform 
without thinking or worrying about. You will not remember 
anything I say or you say or we do after I said that 
place name while you are Sleeping Ronni, but all my 
instructions will still be in force and you will obey 
them because you trust me and my voice means everything 
to you."

"Yes, Damien," she said complacently.

"Tell me what I instructed you, baby," I said.

She calmly repeated my instructions back to her, changing 
some of the words slightly to words and phrases of her 
own, which told me she really did understand all my 
instructions. I smiled. "Now, how do I feel about you 
again, Ronni?"

"You love me, Damien," she said, and sighed contentedly. 
She was working her fingers in her pussy slowly as she 
said it.

"That's right, sugar. And how do you feel about me, 
Ronni? You have to tell me the truth. It's okay. I won't 
be hurt."

She hesitated a little. "I... I am not sure how I feel 
about you, Damien. I care for you very much as a friend, 
of course. I... have a little bit of a crush on you but I 
know you want sex and I have to be good and not have sex 
except with my husband. I..."

I was stunned to hear Ronni was at all physically 
attracted to me, even a little; she'd sure as hell hidden 
that well! But she was going on. "...sometimes when you 
hold me or give me a kiss I like it a lot so I make you 
stop because I have to be good and we are just friends."

"Do you trust me, Ronni?" I asked her.

"Of course, Damien," she said, unhesitatingly. "Your 
voice is my whole world and you will never lie to me or 
hurt me or let anyone else hurt me. You love me." To my 
surprise, she giggled. "Plus you showed me how to give 
myself a bitchin' orgasm, Damien!"

I laughed. "Then listen to me, Ronni, and I will tell you 
how you feel about me," I said, feeling very excited and 
working hard to keep it under control. I didn't want to 
blow this now...!

"Yes, Damien," she said placidly.

"You love me, Ronni," I told her. "You not only love me, 
you practically worship me. You adore me. To you, I'm 
like your big brother; you know I'll take care of you 
always, and you trust me completely, and think about me 
all the time, and all you want in the world is to make me 
happy and give me pleasure, because you know that I will 
always take care of you and never let anyone else hurt 
you or be mean to you." 

Ronni had, in fact, told me back when we'd stopped dating 
that I was like a big brother to her, which is, of 
course, the standard blow off line, but since then she 
had often called me 'big brother' and I frequently called 
her 'baby sis', so working that into my instructions 
would seem very plausible and valid, since it originally 
came from her.

"In fact, Ronni, although you will not consciously 
remember this, you know that I really am your older 
brother, and you are my baby sister, and we are truly 
family, and we will always be very, very close."

"Yes, Damien," she said, sounding quite pleased. "Yes, I 
love you, you are my big brother and you will always take 
care of me and I trust you totally. I am your baby sister 
and you love me." Her fingers slid out of her pussy now 
and moved up to find her little clitty and she gave a 
tiny moan.

"And, Ronni," I said, "not only are we brother and 
sister, but we are lovers, too. You are passionately in 
love with me. You want me sexually. You fantasize about 
me all the time. You are not consciously aware of it when 
you are Awake Ronni, but it is true. You love me deeply, 
and want to be with me as a lover, and give yourself to 
me in any way I desire.

When Awake Ronni plays with herself like you are doing 
right now, she will think about having my cock in her 
mouth, about swallowing my cum, about taking my cock up 
her pussy and her ass, about jerking me off, about 
getting my cum all over her, about all the different ways 
she can please me. Sleeping Ronni knows that, and loves 
me and wants me. Awake Ronni is not consciously aware of 
it, just as Awake Ronni is not consciously aware that we 
are truly brother and sister, but you will behave that 
way when awake anyway, and simply not notice you are 
doing so. Do you understand?"

"Yes, big brother," she said. "I love you and want you 
and I have fantasies about you. I am thinking about your 
cock in my mouth right now. I won't remember when I am 
Awake but I will still feel that way and behave that way. 
But I am Asleep now and I love you so much, Damien! And I 
want you so much!"

"All right," I said, very pleased. "Now, Ronni, I'm going 
to give you some instructions and you need to listen 
carefully, all right?"

"Yes, big brother," she said, very attentively. Her mouth 
had fallen open a little, and I noticed her tongue tip 
slowly running around the circle of her lips as she 
rubbed her clit.

"Ronni, from now on whenever you are Awake Ronni, you 
will dress to please me without being aware of it. We 
will go shopping together and you will buy clothes that I 
want you to wear and you will wear them for me from now 
on. You will not notice it, even if someone comments on 
it, you will respond as if it is normal but pay no 
attention and not worry about it. You will be very 
physically affectionate with me when we are together from 
now on and behave like my girlfriend, but you will not be 
aware of that either.

We will touch, hug, hold hands, and kiss, in public and 
private, and you will behave the way you really feel 
about me, but you will not know this consciously. If 
someone mentions it to you, you will not worry about it. 
If you hear me talking to someone about you, you will not 
worry about it, no matter what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Damien," she said calmly. "I will behave like your 
girlfriend when we are together but I will not remember 
or know that I am doing so. I will believe we are still 
just friends although I will be acting out the way I 
really feel for you, which is that I am your younger 
sister who is deeply in love with you. I will not hear or 
pay attention or be bothered by anyone commenting on any 
of this, and I will not be bothered by anything I hear 
you say about me."

I smiled. "Ronni, what place name did I say a little 
while ago?"

"Ontario," she said instantly. 

"Ronni, when you are Awake Ronni and you hear me say that 
word while I am holding your hand, you will immediately 
become Sleeping Ronni and hear only my voice. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, big brother," she responded.

"As Sleeping Ronni you will remember how you really feel 
about me, of course, and you will remember all the things 
we do together, although you will not remember that I 
gave you instructions to feel that way, or in fact, that 
I give you instructions at all. You will simply know 
consciously that you love me and I am your big brother 
for real and you want me and need me and we are destined 
to be lovers and mates forever. And if you hear me say 
that place name again while you are Sleeping Ronni, you 
will immediately become Awake Ronni. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, Damien," she practically cooed. She sounded 
like she was actually happy I was psychically raping her. 

"One more important thing, Ronni," I said. "You will also 
sometimes be Fuck Toy Ronni for me. Fuck Toy Ronni will 
remember everything... she will remember that she only 
loves me because I hypnotized her, and she will feel 
whatever you would naturally feel about that, Ronni. But 
Fuck Toy Ronni's body belongs to me, Ronni. When you are 
Fuck Toy Ronni, your mind is free but your body must obey 
me in every way. You cannot resist or move if I do not 
tell you to, or even speak. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Damien," she said, still sounding very content. 
"Damien, which Ronni am I now?"

"Now you are Sleeping Ronni," I told her. 

"Oh, yes," she said. "I love you, Damien. Will you please 
show me how to give you a blowjob? You are my brother and 
I should suck your penis for you and swallow your sperm."

"Yes, baby, but first I have to tell you how you become 
Fuck Toy Ronni," I said. "When you hear me say your full 
complete name, while I am holding your hand or touching 
you in any way, you will become Fuck Toy Ronni. What is 
your complete name, baby?"

"Veronica Elizabeth Keller," she said, promptly. 

"And when I'm touching you and I say that, what happens?"

"I become Fuck Toy Ronni," she replied immediately. "My 
body is yours totally and cannot do anything without your 
command but my mind will be free. I will remember that 
you hypnotized me and made me do and feel all these 
things but I will be helpless and have to obey everything 
you tell me physically."

"Very good, darling," I said, reaching out and stroking 
her hair. Without taking her fingers from her cunt, she 
managed to wriggle like a puppy. "And when I say your 
full name again while you are Fuck Toy Ronni, you will 
then become Awake Ronni immediately, but if I say that 
place name, you will become Sleeping Ronni."

"Yes, Damien," she said dreamily. "Awake Ronni does not 
remember anything after the word 'Ontario', but I still 
love you and want you and dress to please you and act 
like your girlfriend even though I don't know or pay 
attention to that. And I am truly your sister although I 
do not remember it but I know it. And we are meant to be 
lovers and will be."

"And what happens when I say that place name you just 
said while holding your hand?" I asked.

"I become Sleeping Ronni, who remembers everything we do 
together and how I feel about you and that you are really 
my brother and my mate but doesn't remember that you 
hypnotized me to make me feel that way." She smiled. "I 
like being Sleeping Ronni the best."

"And what does Fuck Toy Ronni remember?" I asked her.

"Fuck Toy Ronni remembers everything, and feels exactly 
the way I would if I weren't hypnotized about it, but has 
to physically obey you and cannot do anything physically 
without permission from you," she said promptly. "I will 
be sad and upset when I am Fuck Toy Ronni, Damien."

"Yeah," I said, grinning, "I know. Now, baby, when you 
are Awake Ronni, if I do anything with you that you would 
not normally, consciously allow me to do, you will first 
ask me to stop just like normal. If I keep it up, you 
will enjoy it but not really notice it. But in all your 
forms... Awake, Sleeping, and Fuck Toy... you will love 
being touched by me and want me to touch you all over, 
all the time, and you will love touching me and pleasing 
me. It will be the most wonderful pleasure you have ever 
known to be touched by me and to touch me and to make me 
happy. Also, as Awake Ronni, you will come to me and ask 
my advice about any decision you are unsure of, you will 
always take my advice, and you will especially ask my 
advice about what clothes you should wear and how you 
should look. Oh, and Awake Ronni will also allow any 
pretty girl to do anything she wants with you, as long as 
I am there or she says she has my permission to use you, 
and you will simply not let it bother you or think about 
it." That last had been a last second inspiration, but I 
figured it would be a good one.

"Yes, Damien," she said, nicely.

"Also, you really find incest, especially brother-sister 
incest, totally hot, Ronni. It turns you on to think 
about it. You get so hot thinking about fucking me, your 
big brother, even when you are Awake Ronni." I smiled. I 
loved incest fantasy, Ronni might as well like it too.

"Yes, big brother," she said, agreeably.

"Oh, one more thing," I said, "call me pet names, would 
you? Don't think about it or worry or be aware of it, but 
call me endearments and stuff. In addition to big 
brother, I mean, I like that, too."

"Yes, sweetheart," she said immediately. "Yes my darling 
big brother whose cock I am going to suck as much as I 
can."

"All right, Ronni," I said. "I am bringing you up out of 
your center now. Sleeping Ronni is turning into Awake 
Ronni. Awake, Ronni will be fully awake and Sleeping 
Ronni will be fully asleep when I count to ten. One... 
two... three..."

Ronni's eyes started to flutter at 'five', and right at 
ten, she opened them wide. "Um," she said, still sitting 
back against the bolster of my bed/couch. "Um..." She 
blinked. "Did you start yet, dearest? Oh..." She lifted 
her fingers out of her pussy and touched her lips with 
them absently, then sniffed them. "Oh, darling, you did 
it! I remember..." She frowned, and my dick throbbed as 
she started licking her fingers off again, apparently 
without the slightest conscious awareness she was doing 
it. 

I held my breath for a second. What did she remember? Was 
she going to call the cops on my ass?

"I am a perfectly healthy and strong and well girl and I 
have friends who love me." As she said all this, she was 
slipping her fingers in and out of her mouth, licking 
them off in the same painstaking and thorough fashion 
she'd shown before. "I am smart and you love me..." She 
blinked again, and her eyes focused on mine. "Wow, I 
think it actually worked, baby! I feel really good!" She 
apparently hadn't noticed that she was completely topless 
yet, or I was naked except for my GOON SHOW 1980 t-
shirt... with a hard on you could break bottles over.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, 
she leaned forward, draped her arms around my neck, 
tilted her head to the side, and kissed me deeply, her 
tongue immediately sliding between my lips to probe my 
mouth thoroughly. "Nmmmmmm," she slurped into my mouth as 
I eagerly returned her kiss with full, very wet 
enthusiasm. Her mouth and tongue tasted of her own sweet 
breath and her pussy juice, and I kissed her back 
eagerly.

More than a minute of hot wet tongue kissing later, she 
lowered her head to my shoulder, still holding me, and 
sighed happily. "Thank you, sweetie," she said. "You are 
the best big brother any lucky little sister ever had."

She was completely unaware of how sweetly she was 
pressing her body to me, or how sensuously she was 
swaying her naked breasts up and down, back and forth, 
against my chest, but I was very aware, and had a feeling 
that Sleeping Ronni or even Fuck Toy Ronni were going to 
be making an appearance shortly. But I was enjoying Awake 
Ronni at the moment.

"I want us to really be brother and sister," I told her, 
cradling her against me firmly, kissing and nibbling her 
neck up to her ear and licking it. "I want to be your 
older brother and take care of you forever, baby sister." 

"Oh," she sighed, "Yes, darling, you are my brother, 
truly you are, but sweetheart, big brothers don't nibble 
and kiss their baby sister's ears like that," and she 
lightly batted the back of my head and tried to move her 
own head away. 

"Incest is best," I told her, and tilted her chin up and 
kissed her deeply again. She responded immediately and 
with utter enthusiasm, and this time the kiss went on for 
several minutes as I pressed her back against the bolster 
and explored her mouth thoroughly with my tongue. At the 
same time, I was squeezing her glorious tits, and she was 
moaning into my mouth as she kissed me back, her body 
simultaneously wriggling against me and trying to writhe 
away, which sounds strange but was actually delightful. 

"Oh, sweetheart, darling, dearest, I'm your little 
sister," she wailed, as after several hot minutes I 
kissed down over her chin, down her neck, and into her 
cleavage. "We can't do this, you have to stop..." I 
ignored her as she tried to push my head away, lifting 
her full breast and setting my lips firmly to her fat 
brown nipple, running my tongue over and around the hard 
pink nub in the center, reveling in the taste and smooth 
but crinkly, wrinkled texture of her tit flesh. "Num," I 
said, after swirling my tongue in a leisurely way around 
her nipple, and settled into to suckle and nurse at her 
tasty, sexy boob in earnest. 

I'd sucked her nipple for a good twenty seconds, her 
fingers at the nape of my neck toying absently with my 
hair, when she said, almost distantly, "Honey, do you 
like these blue jeans I'm wearing? I think they're kind 
of... I don't know... dull."

"Mmmm," I said, and lifted my mouth off her nipple, 
looking up at her. "I agree. We'll go shopping tomorrow," 
I said, thinking of the credit cards her dad provided her 
with 'for emergencies'. I leaned back down and nibbled 
the pink nubbin, then sucked at it noisily. "Right now, I 
think you'd look adorable in just your little white 
socks."

She frowned at me. "But Damien, darling," she said, 
sounding puzzled and hurt at the same time, "You're... 
you're my brother." 

She blushed deep red, delightfully. "I... I can't strip 
down to just my socks for you!" She was already leaning 
forward to push her jeans the rest of the way down her 
legs and off over her feet. I sat back to give her room 
as she stopped for a few seconds to untie her clunky 
brown boots first, pushing them off, and then resuming 
the divestment of her jeans. Then she lay back, smiling, 
putting one hand behind her neck and arching her back, 
almost purring, lifting one bare leg in a bent knee, 
hipshot pose that displayed her cunt nicely... after 
which she immediately pushed her two middle fingers of 
her left hand back into it and began rubbing her clit 
with the heel of her hand again, apparently without 
giving it any thought. Her dark nipples were hard and 
erect, gleaming from her saliva and mine, and bitten a 
little redder than normal.

"Do you really like this outfit, big brother? I think a 
baby sister should dress to please her older brother. I'm 
going to from now on." She smiled at me, then let her 
eyes flutter closed again and groaned gutturally in her 
throat as she played with her pussy.

My cock was raging and I wondered for a moment just what 
Awake Ronni would do if I stood up, grabbed her by the 
hair, and rubbed it on her mouth. If her behavior 
remained consistent, she'd struggle, say no, turn her 
face away, and then, when I kept on, open her mouth and 
let me have my way with her while she paid little 
attention to her big brother's dick pistoning in and out 
of her slurping mouth. Of course, Sleeping Ronni would 
eagerly suck me off all night... and Fuck Toy Ronni would 
fellate me industriously, too, she'd just hate every 
second of it and probably sob hysterically while she did 
it. And I had to admit, the idea... each idea... turned 
me on hugely.

So I said, "Look at me, baby sister," and stood up and 
pulled my t-shirt off. 

Ronni blushed deep red again and looked away with a gasp, 
but then looked back through slitted eyes. "Sweetheart... 
you have to stop! We're... we're just friends!! We can't 
be undressed together..."

"We're a lot more than friends," I said, grinning at her 
as I tossed my shirt aside and moved towards her. Her 
hand was really working her cunt now and I could hear it 
squishing, something she seemed consciously oblivious to. 
It was amazing.

"Yes," she agreed immediately, "we are family, you are my 
brother, I love you as a brother, but..." She stopped as 
she really saw my hard cock, and I'm sure she had no idea 
she was licking her lips. "Baby, we just can't..."

I leaned forward, took her head between my hands, and 
pulled her face towards me firmly. "Kiss it for me, baby 
sis," I said. "Kiss your big brother's cock."

"No!" she gasped, sounding outraged, trying to turn her 
face away. "Darling, we can't, we're related, I'm your 
sister, your little sister..." I rubbed my cockhead on 
her lips, or rather, rubbed her lips against my cockhead, 
and she immediately began to kiss it. To my surprise, her 
eyes closed and her tongue came out and she began to run 
it against the underside of my cockhead. 

"My little sister is going to eat a quart of my cum 
tonight," I told her, and shifted my hips to push my 
cockhead past the partially open oval of her lips. 

Ronni groaned in obvious protest and her eyes opened as 
she looked up at me pleadingly. "Nmmmmphhhhh!" she said, 
plaintively, her eyes filling with tears, even as her 
lips tightened and her tongue began rubbing along the 
underside of my shaft. I fed it into her warm, wet, sexy 
mouth slowly, groaning with the amazing sensation of her 
mouth swallowing me up.

Her eyes blinked and then closed again and still holding 
her head firmly, I started to pump my cock slowly in and 
out of her hot sweet mouth. She was no longer protesting 
or struggling or trying to resist even mildly; now she 
just had her eyes closed and was sitting there at the 
edge of my bed, letting me fuck her mouth as she worked 
at my hard dick, if not eagerly, then at least 
diligently, with her tongue and lips.

I decided a change would be nice and I said "Ronni, give 
me your hand." Still sucking away dutifully at the cock 
pumping in and out of her mouth, Ronni raised the hand 
that wasn't working her cunt and I took it. "Ontario," I 
said.

The quality of Ronni's mouth work immediately changed; it 
went from diligent to eager and enthusiastic. Her eyes 
opened wide, looking up and focusing on me in a gaze hot 
with love and lust, as she sucked and slurped away at my 
cock. I let go of her hand and she immediately grabbed my 
ass in both hands, letting of her pussy for the higher 
priority of pleasing me, and started pumping her mouth on 
me, bobbing her head back and forth, tilting her head 
first one way and then the other as she sucked away at me 
like a vacuum pump.

"Mmmmm mmmmm MMMMMM!" she moaned as she fellated me, 
leaving me no doubt that all she wanted in the world was 
to make me cum in her mouth and swallow every drop. 
Sleeping Ronni was quite a little slut, and I loved it. 
After a minute or so of enthusiastic head bobbing by her, 
I felt the throbbing and stirring of an approaching 
orgasm. 

I groaned, "Asleep Ronni, in a few seconds I'm going to 
turn you into Fuck Toy Ronni. When I do, you will keep 
doing exactly what you're doing and your body will do 
everything to make me cum in your mouth and you will 
swallow every drop, only your mental state will change, 
and it will not alter what you are doing for me right now 
at all until I cum and you swallow it all."

"Mmmmmm MMMMM!" Asleep Ronni agreed, continuing to bob 
her head on me with huge enthusiasm. I felt I was about 
to blow off in her mouth any second, and groaned, 
"Veronica Elizabeth Keller, swallow your big brother's 
cum!"

I timed it perfectly; a tiny shudder went through Ronni 
even as she kept bobbing her head and swirling her tongue 
on me, and I heard her give a despairing, disgusted, 
tormented wail around my cock in her mouth, and her eyes 
rolling up to mine were filled with horrified shock and 
anger now... and my cum erupted into her mouth like a 
geyser. 

"Swallow it, you little bitch," I told her, groaning as 
my cock spurted over and over again in her hot sucking 
mouth. "You cocksucking slut, you swallow your big 
brother's sperm! You eat every drop, you worthless incest 
loving cunt!"

Tears were running down her face now and she was making a 
constant, disgusted groan around my dick, but she kept 
bobbing her head and started gulping away at my sperm, 
swallowing frantically to keep up with the heavy, 
spurting flow into her mouth. She gulped and gulped and 
gulped as I groaned and held her head in both hands and 
shot what felt like a quart of semen into her unwilling 
but avidly gobbling mouth.

Finally I finished shooting off. Holding on to her head 
and continuing to pump her still slurping mouth through 
the last dribs and drabs of my orgasm, I finally sighed 
and pulled out of her. A small overflow of my sperm 
slopped over her lower lip and ran down her chin and 
dripped onto one full tit as I pulled my cock back out of 
her mouth. She looked up at me with big wet eyes, tears 
still flowing down her cheeks, and with my cock out of 
her mouth now, she actually began to sob in earnest.

I hadn't given her permission to move so she just sat 
there, eyes screwed tightly shut, her body shuddering 
with the racking force of her weeping. "Awwwwww aaugghh 
awwwwww nnuhhhh nhhhh nnnn nnoooo..." Her breasts heaved 
and I watched for a few minutes, actually sadistically 
enjoying her anguish. Anything gets old after a while, 
though, even watching the gorgeous girl you love who has 
dick teased you mercilessly for the past eight months cry 
her eyes out with your cum on her face. 

So I said, "Ronni, stop crying." I picked up a towel I 
usually wipe myself off after I jerk off on and threw it 
to her, enjoying the knowledge that my dried cum was all 
over it. "Blow your nose and clean yourself up. Don't say 
anything yet, we'll talk in a minute. Don't you dare try 
to cover up, your body is mine."

She groaned and took the towel and began rubbing it all 
over her face. She blew her nose into it several times. 
Finally she took it down and set it carefully on the bed 
beside her, looking at me, her eyes red and swollen and 
miserable, completely naked except for her socks, her 
lips trembling in degradation and humiliation and utter 
raped misery. She looked like she wanted to curse me out 
or keep crying and felt horrible that I wouldn't let her.

"Okay," I said, "keep your voice down and speak to me 
quietly and we can talk. Well? What do you have to say?"

She opened her mouth and seemed to stop short, as if she 
had so much to say that she didn't know what to say 
first. Finally, she blurted out (but in a tone barely 
above a whisper) "Damien you... you made me... oh my GOD! 
You made me do things... you made me... with my MOUTH... 
and with my vuh vuh GINA... and my titties... oh my GOD!" 
Tears streamed down her face again and she blinked 
several times, still not able to move without my 
permission.

"Yeah, but you liked it," I said.

"But you... you made me like it... you hypnotized me... 
you controlled my mind! Oh my GOD!" She sobbed once, 
heavily. "And I DON'T like it! Please, please don't... 
please make me okay again!"

I reached out and rubbed my thumb over her nipple and she 
gasped and shuddered and moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh," 
she said miserably. I sat on the bed right in front of 
her. "Take my cock in your hand and play with it, Ronni," 
I told her, and she immediately complied, squeezing it 
gently, running her thumb around on the head, sliding her 
cupped fingers up and down the shaft. It was wet from her 
saliva and my sperm, and sticky, and from the look on her 
face that revolted her, but she had to obey. 

I leaned in and kissed her, probing her mouth with my 
tongue. She shuddered and didn't respond, trying to keep 
her mouth closed. Finally, I straightened up and slapped 
her face hard, jarring more tears out of her eyes and 
making an explosive KRAK sound in the small dorm room. 
"Ronni, regardless of what state you are in, if I kiss 
you, or if any pretty girl kisses you, you will kiss back 
as eagerly, enthusiastically, and skillfully as you know 
how." Since she was Fuck Toy Ronni at the moment she had 
to obey any commands I gave about her physical behavior, 
but I'd implant that command in Asleep Ronni later. 

I leaned in and kissed her again, and this time she 
kissed back much more satisfactorily, continuing to play 
with my cock adeptly as we kissed. The sensation of 
smacking her had been surprisingly pleasurable, though, 
and I knew that was something I'd have to explore with 
her later. 

After the kiss, I sat up again. My cock was limp now but 
I let her keep playing with it; she was doing a nice job. 
"Answer my questions honestly, Ronni. Do you like what 
we're doing?"

"No!" she gasped immediately, "No, I hate it, I hate you, 
you're awful, Damien, you're RAPING me..." Her soft hand 
continued to squeeze and manipulate my cock as she said 
it. 

"Who are you, right now?" I asked her.

"I am Fuck Toy Ronni," she said immediately, and sobbed 
in utter humiliation as she heard herself say it. "Oh my 
God!"

"Whose fuck toy are you, Ronni?" I pressed on 
remorselessly.

"Your fucktoy, I am Damien's fuck toy," she moaned 
miserably. "Oh please, Damien, don't..."

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Ronni," I told her, "and 
every day and every night from now on. Say it."

She cried out as if in pain, but obediently said, "You 
are going to fuck me tonight and every day and night from 
now on, Damien."

"You're going to blow me every day from now on, Ronni," I 
said. "Say it."

"Augh," she groaned, "I'm going to blow you every day 
from now on, Damien."

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight and every day 
and night from now on, Ronni," I told her. "Say it."

"Oh god no," she murmured, then said, "You are going to 
fuck me in the... in the... asssss... oh GOD... every day 
and night from now on, Damien, oh no, please don't fuck 
me in my butt, Damien, please..."

"Ask me to fuck you in the ass, Ronni," I said 
implacably.

"Oh, please Damien, please fuck me in the ass," she said 
immediately, and then sobbed.

"Ask me to get you pregnant, Ronni," I said, and watched 
her eyes go wide with terror. 

"Please get me pregnant, Damien," she said immediately, 
still playing with my limp cock. 

"Ask me to marry you, Ronni," I said, enjoying myself.

"Please marry me, Damien!" she said, "oh my God!"

"Very good, sugar," I said. "Who owns your ass? Tell the 
truth."

"Oh fuck," she said, and Ronni never swears, "you do, you 
own my ass, oh GOD, Damien, please, please, please let me 
go make me okay again I don't want to be like this..."

I was feeling an urge in my groin that was a familiar one 
after a good cum; I needed to piss. "Let go of my cock, 
Ronni," I said, and she sighed in relief and let go. I 
stood up, contemplating having her get dressed again so 
she could come to the floor men's room with me and hold 
my dick while I pissed... and got another idea. "Open 
your mouth, Ronni," I told her, grinning evilly. "I have 
to take a piss."

Ronni looked at me, absolutely horrified and appalled, 
but her mouth opened. I sighed. "Lean forward, baby." She 
did, still looking utterly disgusted, mouth still open. I 
held her head and pushed my soft cock into her mouth. 
"Tighten your lips, baby, and open your throat as best 
you can. I don't want you to spill any. You're going to 
swallow every drop of my piss."

She groaned but I felt her lips tighten on my cock. I 
sighed and relaxed and let my piss flow into her mouth.

I'd expected her to choke and gag and my piss to 
immediately overflow, but to my surprise, perhaps because 
of the commands I'd given her, she just seemed to sit 
there and let it flow straight down her throat. She was 
gagging and going 'nnhhgggggg uunngggggggg iigggggggggg' 
around my cock the whole, eyes screwed up in disgust, 
body trembling as she took it, but she clearly had no 
problem getting it down. I could hear her swallowing over 
and over again, steadily and smoothly... 'ulp ulp ulp ulp 
ulp'. 

It was so exciting I found my cock hardening again before 
I finished pissing, and had to have her bob her head on 
my cock to nurse the last few spurts of piss out of a 
full hard on before I finished. I pulled out of her 
mouth, very satisfied. She looked like she wanted to 
throw up. "From now on, when I piss, it will be in your 
mouth, baby," I said. "Say it."

"Oh GOD," she said in a very quiet, horrified voice, 
"from now on you will piss in my mouth, Damien, oh GOD."

"Asleep Ronni will love drinking my piss," I told her. 
"Now, Ronni," I said, remembering how nice it had felt to 
slap her, "look up at me, hold still, and ask me to punch 
you in the face."

She looked shocked. "Please punch me in the face, 
Damien," she said, looking up at me. "But why...?"

I belted her hard in the mouth, feeling enormous 
satisfaction as I felt her lips mash back against her 
teeth, even though it hurt my knuckles, too. She fell 
back against the bolster with a groan and then sprawled 
across my bed, sobbing. 

I reached down, took her hand, and said "Ontario". 

She immediately stopped crying, sniffled a little, and 
looked over at me, smiling. I could see her lip was 
bleeding and going to swell. "Thank you for using and 
beating me, honey," she said. "Did Fuck Toy Ronni 
displease you?"

"No, baby, Fuck Toy Ronni was great," I said. "I just 
decided I'd tortured you enough for tonight." I rubbed 
the tears off her face gently and she wiggled and sighed.

"You can torture me all you want, darling," she said. "I 
think big brothers should be able to torture and fuck and 
rape and use their baby sisters all they want. It turns 
me on to think of being fucked and raped and used and 
tortured by you, big brother."

"Mmm I know, baby," I told her, "and I will, too, and 
thank you. But right now I just want to fuck you."

She smiled. "And get me pregnant, Damien?"

I said, "No, baby, you will never get pregnant unless I 
order you to specifically..." I had no idea if that would 
work, but it couldn't hurt to try, "but Fuck Toy Ronni 
will not know that and she will worry about it all the 
time."

"Yes, darling," she said, "but I would love to have my 
older brother's baby, any time you want to give it to me, 
sweetheart." She squirmed around to lay on her back next 
to me and drew her legs up, bending them at the knees and 
spreading them wide in a very hot and slutty pose. "Do 
you want to take me like this, big brother?"

I smiled. "Sure, that works," I said, kneeling between 
her legs. "Take my cock and guide me in, love."

"Yes, big brother," she said, grasping my dick and 
eagerly pulling me to her virgin cunt. "Fuck me hard, 
darling. Rape a baby into your little sister, honey."

I slid up inside her, telling her that taking her 
virginity wouldn't hurt, although Fuck Toy Ronni would 
remember it being very painful. She sighed and as I broke 
her maidenhead, gave a little moan. "That didn't hurt, 
big brother!" she said. "Now fuck your baby sister! Rape 
her little pussy! Do it hard!"

Ronni's hot tight pussy felt like a velvet clamp around 
my cock as I slowly buried my entire length in her. With 
a groan of satisfaction, I started to slowly fuck her. 
She moaned back at me and we kissed, tongues entangling 
as I started to screw her for the first time. 

Having cum once, I was in no hurry to do it again, so I 
screwed her leisurely for about five minutes before 
feeling an urge to speed up. As I started to slam my cock 
in and out of her pussy faster, I said "Keep fucking your 
big brother good, Veronica Elizabeth Keller, and tell me 
how you like it."

Immediately she sobbed and said, "Oh God you're fucking 
me oh no stop it stop it please STOP ITTTTT..." So I 
kissed her and she immediately began kissing me back, 
still sobbing as she did it. I started fucking her harder 
and growled "Now stop whining and just moan and say sexy 
things to me, slut," and she immediately went "Oh God oh 
my god you're fucking your baby sister oh God Damien 
you're going to get me pregnant oh no oh God your cock is 
in my pussy oh nooooo..."

I groaned, and came hard in her little cunt. 

"Oh no, no, no, no, no..." Ronni moaned underneath me, 
eyes clenched tightly shut, tears leaking down her cheeks 
and flying off as she wrenched her head back and forth 
wretchedly. 

I sighed in utter rapture as I sat back, my cock slick 
and slippery in her tight, sperm-creamed cunt. My hands 
were on her hips and my bent knees slid forward under her 
thighs. She continued to sob; I felt blissful, having 
just shot my darling Ronni full of cum. "Mmmm that was 
nice, baby sis," I said, enjoying the hot wet feeling of 
her cunt around my hard, pulsating dick, and especially 
enjoying the way she was writhing in protest and misery.

"Oh no oh no you CAME in me oh god NO Damien oh god this 
is so BAD oh you got me pregnant Damien oh NO," she 
whimpered, "Oh please NO..."

"Then you'll have to marry me," I said, with smug 
satisfaction, "and I will rape you every day for the rest 
of your life, a lot."

"Nooooooo please," she cried, sounding utterly desolate, 
"please Damien, please, please, please, PLEASE make me 
okay again, please, please... please unhypnotize me 
PLEASE don't make me do things any more. Please don't 
rape me!"

I sighed. "Ronni, shut up," I told her.

She looked up at me, eyes wide and tears filled and 
obviously stricken, but suddenly clamped her mouth shut. 
Then she winced; her lower lip, which had bled down her 
chin where it had split from my punch, was swollen up now 
and obviously painfully sensitive. 

"Now," I said, "I'm having much too much fun with you to 
unhypnotize you right now. However, I just MIGHT 
unhypnotize you in the future, under one condition..." I 
paused. 

She stared at me imploringly, but couldn't talk, since 
I'd told her to shut up. I relished her frustration, then 
finally relented. "Of course, that condition would be 
that you were willing to be my complete slut and total 
whore without me having to hypnotize you."

That actually stirred something in her besides 
unhappiness; she couldn't say anything, but her eyes 
positively glared 'NEVER' at me. 

"Oh," I chuckled, "I know what you're thinking, but it's 
very common for victims of long term abuse, especially 
sexual abuse combined with degradation and humiliation 
and torture... and trust me, Ronni, that's what's going 
to happen to you... to come to be very attached to their 
tormenter, and even to come to love him and need his 
attentions." I paused. "You can very quietly speak to me 
now, if you want."

"Please don't torture me, Damien!" she sobbed, her breath 
seeming to explode out of her. "Please don't, please, 
please, please don't hurt me or torture me PLEASE..."

I sighed. "But Ronni, I WANT to," I told her. "And I'll 
bet that Asleep Ronni will love it, too."

She sobbed heartbreakingly for a minute or so, then 
finally said, "Buh but you won't tuh torture Ah ah SLEEP 
Ronni, you tuh torture muh ME because I huh HATE it..."

"It does make it more fun," I admitted, grinning down at 
her cruelly. "Now don't you wish you'd just been my 
girlfriend when I wanted you to?"

Her eyes went savage. "Never," she said. "You're a pig. I 
will never be with you willingly, Damien. You can... can 
hypnotize me and control my mind and my body all you wuh 
want..." Her lower lip trembled. "Buh but I will never be 
with you willingly. I would never do this willingly. You 
KNOW that."

I sighed and flexed my cock in her pussy and she groaned. 
"Thank you for your permission, sweetie," I said. "That's 
nice of you."

She glared at me. "I didn't give you any..."

"Quiet," I snapped, and she shut up immediately. "Now 
think back and repeat word for word what you just said to 
me about what I can do with you, word for word, and 
listen to it this time."

She looked baffled, then outraged as she heard herself 
repeat, in exactly the same intonation, "You can... can 
hypnotize me and control my mind and my body all you wuh 
want..." Then her eyes went wide with horror. "But I 
didn't mean that!" she sobbed. "That's not what I meant 
not what I meant not that I meeeeeeeant...." Her wail 
trailed off into racking sobs as she realized just how 
helpless she was, and how merciless I was. 

"Quiet," I said again, a few minutes later. My hard on 
wasn't going down in her cunt; in fact, the longer she 
cried and carried on, the more turned on I got. I was 
thinking about punching her in the face a few more times, 
just for fun. Maybe not, though... maybe I should punch 
her body instead. She could cover any marks I gave her 
there. The fat lip was going to draw questions enough, 
although I could make her give people some story about 
it. 

"Now, I know you said you would never willingly be with 
me, Ronni," I said, "and that really hurts my feelings, 
so I'm going to hurt you a little bit back for that in a 
minute." She stared up at me and her face went a little 
paler. I imagine she wanted to apologize and beg me not 
to hurt her, but I'd told her to be quiet.

"But... well, maybe I do feel a little bad about all 
this, Ronni. I mean, you're one wild fuck in bed when you 
get going..." 

She blushed bright red at this.

"And you suck cock like a $20 whore. But you're right, 
I'm being kind of mean, and I do love you, even if you 
don't believe it. So I'm going to give you a chance to 
get me to unhypnotize you, as you put it... if you 
really, really want me to."

She quickly nodded her head, several times, blinking her 
eyes frantically.

"All right," I said. "Now, you understand that right now 
you are Fuck Toy Ronni, right?"

She clenched her eyes closed tightly and groaned 
miserably in her throat, but after a second, nodded.

"So you remember everything, and your brain isn't 
tampered with; you feel exactly the way you naturally 
would, without hypnosis or thought control, about me and 
what I've done to you. And you remember all the 
programming I've given you, about how you will behave as 
Asleep Ronni and Awake Ronni, right?" I watched her, and 
moved my hips to stir my very hard and throbbing dick 
around in her sticky, cum filled pussy.

She groaned as I did that, then nodded again. 

I smiled. "Okay," I said. "Now, what I'm going to do is, 
let you talk and move around freely in Fuck Toy Ronni 
mode. Do you remember my middle name, Ronni?"

She nodded again.

"Okay," I said. "When I say my middle name, you will be 
free of having to obey my physical commands while you are 
in Fuck Toy mode, until you hear me say your middle name 
again. All other programming will remain in place, and if 
an hour goes by after I say my middle name and you 
receive no further commands from me, you will become 
Asleep Ronni and report to me for instructions. You 
understand?"

She nodded, looking both hopeful and apprehensive at the 
same time.

"This means, Ronni, that when I say my middle name, you 
have an hour to convince me to unhypnotize you. I won't 
be able to command you. You will have an hour and you 
will be able to do whatever you want. I suggest you try 
very hard to convince me to let you go back to being the 
way you were... maybe removing your memory of these 
events hypnotically so I won't get in trouble, or maybe 
promising me you will never tell... I don't know. I'm not 
going to offer you much advice, Ronni. But you will have 
up to an hour to try to persuade me to see your side of 
things. You can do what you want. Are you ready?"

She nodded frantically. 

I smiled. "Now, sweetie, my cock is still inside you, so 
I suggest you don't yank out from under me really fast or 
you might piss me off a little and that would cut your 
hour waaaaaay short." She groaned, but nodded once more.

I leaned down, ran my tongue lightly around her lips, 
kissed her briefly, then whispered my middle name in her 
ear.

She immediately shuddered under me, took a deep breath, 
and said, very very quietly and almost sweetly, "Damien 
would you please please... um... slide out of me..." She 
gave a little sob, then went on, gamely, "and let me sit 
up please?"

I nestled my face into her neck and nibbled it gently, 
making a mental note to give her a couple of very 
prominent hickies in a little while, along with the 
bruises I was pleasing to him to pound into her bitch 
body. "Well, since you asked nicely," I said. "And if you 
promise to clean my cock off with your mouth, since you 
got it so messy with your pussy."

I felt her stomach heave under me and she made a little 
retching sound. Then she said, in a barely audible 
whisper, "...all right..."

So I slid my still rampant erection out of her well-
creamed cunt and turned to lean back against my bolster, 
legs spread, my cock gleaming, sticky, and streaked with 
clumps of sperm and splotches of blood from her ruptured 
maidenhead in the dim light of my desk lamp. She made a 
gagging sound again, looking at it, then looked up at me. 
"Please... do I really..."

I sighed. "I could make you," I told her, "but part of 
this is seeing if I can trust you to keep your promises, 
Ronni. If you're going to convince me to unhypnotize you, 
I'll have to be able to trust you. Otherwise I have to 
keep you under control forever; you could put me in 
jail."

She closed her eyes and swallowed audibly. "All right, 
Damien," she said, tears in her voice, "you are right I 
did promise. I will do it." 

I sighed. "Baby, I don't mean to torture you like this," 
which was a lie, I loved it, "would you rather I turn you 
into Asleep Ronni just for a few seconds while you do 
that? It will still be you, so you won't be breaking your 
promise, but you'll enjoy doing it."

I watched her carefully; if she accepted, it would be a 
big step towards her accepting the hypnotic conditioning, 
which would give it an even stronger hold on her. 

She groaned, but said "No, Damien, please let me stay 
this way, I will keep my promise and clean you up," and 
then, obviously forcing herself, she resolutely squirmed 
around (wincing, obviously her cunt was sore from me 
popping her cherry), put her head in my lap, and started 
dutifully running her tongue up and down my hard on, 
lapping the mess up diligently, gagging and choking as 
she did it, but not drawing back until my cock was 
completely clean. It throbbed as she licked it and I 
swear it was hard enough to knock a hole in a battleship 
by the time she was done, and I'd already cum twice in 
the last half hour. 

Finally she sat up, grimacing and scrubbing her lips 
(wincing from the swollen one) with the back of her hand. 
"Ugh. Oh god that's gross and disgusting. Uccck." She 
blinked and looked at me. "Was that good, Damien?"

I smiled and patted her other hand, which was lying in 
her lap as she sat there naked on my bed, cross-legged. 
"Sure, hon."

She blinked at me and blushed deeply red again. "Cuh can 
I puh put something on please, Damien?" she asked, 
softly.

I sighed. "You can do anything you want, but I like 
looking at your body and if you convince me to let you go 
this is the last chance I'll have to do it, so honestly, 
I think you'd be very mean to do that, and I wouldn't 
like it. But go ahead if you like."

"Nuh no," she stammered, hastily, yanking her hands away 
from the quilt of mine she'd obviously been about to pull 
around herself. "I'm sorry you're right that was very 
selfish. Um..." She stared into my eyes, hers full of 
tears, and blinked, some of them rolling down her cheeks. 
"Damien I don't know what to do please help me! How do 
I... what can I... what should I say?"

I sighed, actually enjoying her misery and utter lack of 
assurance. "Well," I said, "first, I think you should 
consider a few things. For one, we've fucked now, and you 
could be pregnant. So if you did talk me into 
unhypnotizing you, I'd probably have to leave you with 
your memories, or... well... you could get a nasty shock 
a few months down the road."

Her eyes widened as she considered that. "Oh," she said, 
in a little girl's voice.

"Second," I said, relishing her unhappiness, but trying 
to sound very reasonable and even considerate, "you are 
aware, because we mentioned it before we started tonight, 
that a person could be hypnotized into doing anything 
they don't truly want to do. Therefore, whether you want 
to admit it or not, you did want to do all these things. 
And I know for a fact that at least part of you... the 
part I call 'Asleep Ronni'... loves the things I made you 
do. And she's not something artificial I imposed on you, 
she's a real part of the real you. Just not one you're 
normally in touch with or let have control of your 
behavior or thinking."

"Oh," Ronni said again, and rocked back and forth, tears 
spilling down her cheeks. "Oh oh oh... oh is that really 
true... oh no..."

"However," I said, lifting one hand. "Ronni, if you're 
positively sure, right now, with you in your 'normal' 
frame of mind, what people would call your 'right' mind, 
that you want this whole night to just have never been, 
there are ways we can do that. I would have to leave a 
few post hypnotic commands intact, just in case you turn 
out to be pregnant, so I could use them to, say, take you 
to get an abortion and then erase your memory of it. But 
after that I could remove all post hypnotic commands, and 
then leave you with your full memory intact, so you would 
know never to trust me again."

Her eyes widened. "Would you do that, Damien? Really?"

I sighed. "I'm saying, I could do that, Ronni. I could 
make this all like it had never been. I could even remove 
your memories and effectively you'd be a virgin again. I 
could even self hypnotize myself to remove my memories of 
this." (ha! As if!) "I'm not saying I will, mind you, 
but... I don't know. Maybe you can find some way to 
persuade me to do it." This was fun. What was even better 
was I could remove Fuck Toy Ronni's memories of this and 
do it all over, whenever I wanted.

"But I don't know how!" Ronni cried, wretchedly. "Please 
tell me how. I don't know what to say! I can't make you 
do anything and you can make me do everything! Please..."

"Do you want me to suggest things that might work?" I 
asked her, reaching over to gently take her hand. "Give 
you hints, maybe?"

She nodded vigorously, tears flying everywhere. "Please 
Damien!"

I squeezed her hand lightly. "Well, you could... I don't 
know... I guess you could beg. I mean, completely abase 
yourself. Make me feel good, and guilty at the same time. 
Beg and plead and promise me things... I don't know. Do 
things for me. If I'm going to give up having total power 
over you, then this would be our last time together ever. 
You could make it amazingly great for me, so I wouldn't 
feel so bad about losing you."

"But I've been begging," Ronni said, blinking through 
teared up eyelashes. "I've been..."

Abruptly, she swung her legs over the side of my bed, 
stood up on wobbly legs, and then immediately slid to her 
knees on the floor. "Please Damien, please please 
please," she said, sobbing plaintively, looking up at me. 
She took one of my ankles in both hands and started 
kissing my foot. After kissing it several times, she 
started to lick it, sucking my toes one at a time into 
her mouth, licking between them. In between toes, she 
sobbed "please" over and over again. Then she switched to 
the other foot.

"Please please please," she said, finally looking up at 
me again. "Please let me go. Please. You love me. I'm 
your little sister. Please don't hurt me or rape me or 
make me feel like this any more. Please make me okay 
again. I'll never tell! I'll never ever tell. I promise. 
And... and... I'll be nicer to you, I promise. I'll let 
you... kuh kiss me. And I'll hug you a lot, all the time, 
and you can tuh touch me..." She sobbed. "I'll never tell 
and I'll... I can do other things, I can iron for you and 
do your laundry and I'll sew up stuff for you..."

I smiled and patted her head. "Will you give me money?"

Her eyes widened, and I could tell she felt really 
stupid, not having thought of such a simple solution 
(Ronni's parents are, by my standards, wealthy; her 
father is a stockbroker and although they're technically 
only very upper middle class, he makes over a hundred 
thousand dollars a year and they live very well.) "Yes!" 
she said, hope coming into her voice for the first time.

"Oh god, I can get you a lot of money from my dad, 
Damien, I can get you..." She paused. Like most very well 
off kids, Ronni really has no idea what 'a lot of money' 
is to other people. "Um... five thousand dollars?" She 
seemed to realize that probably wasn't enough. "Ten! I 
can get you ten thousand dollars, Damien!"

I patted her head again. "Baby, I don't want your money. 
You know, I do feel bad I did this. But I'm worried now 
that if I undo it, you'll hate me and we won't be friends 
any more."

She seized my hand and started kissing it. "Oh no 
Damien," she said, earnestly, "you can make me forget any 
of this happened and we will be friends forever in fact, 
I will let you make me like you better and..." She 
stopped, then went on, "um, even you can make me want to 
be your girlfriend, just without suh sex, but we can kuh 
kiss and stuff..."

Ronni isn't that bright, but even she seemed to realize, 
at this point, that there was literally nothing she could 
offer me that, in the current situation, I couldn't 
simply take. "I don't know," she said, sounding forlorn. 
"Wuh what do you want?"

"Well, you are making me feel bad, Ronni," I said, with a 
sigh. "I am thinking about unhypnotizing you. I'd have to 
take away all your memories, and I feel so bad I'd 
probably remove all my memories, too, and we could just 
go back to being friends. Would that be okay?"

She smiled at me, tremulously, through her tears. "Oh yes 
Damien please I would love that!"

I smiled at her. "Well, okay. But... maybe you could 
do... just a few more things for me... since this is our 
last time together as lovers, before we both forget? 
Since I'll never get another chance?"

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her 
hand. "Luh like what? Yuh... you already... fuh fucked 
me... ah and... I... I suh SUCKED you..." She grimaced at 
that. 

"Well," I said, "you did such a nice job with my toes, 
there, I was thinking, you could lick my ass out for me." 
I grinned at her.

Ronni's face twisted up. "Oh god no," she groaned. "Oh my 
god that's disgusting."

I sighed. "You're right. Never mind. I'm sure Asleep 
Ronni will do it for me, or even Fuck Toy Ronni..."

"No!" Ronni said, eyes closed, shuddering on her knees on 
my tile floor. "No, please..." She bowed her head for a 
moment. Then looked up at me, her eyes bright. "All 
right," she said. "Ruh... roll over, Damien, and luh let 
me luh lick your ah ass for you."

I sighed in contentment. "I'll really enjoy that, baby, 
but first, could you just suck my cock a tiny little bit? 
Just a little. It's so hard. I don't want to cum again 
right now but if you could just suck it a little..."

She made an 'uck' sound under her breath, but then leaned 
forward, eyes open and looking up at me, and took the 
head of my cock in mouth. She closed her lips around it 
firmly and blinked up at me. Tentatively, she sucked at 
it for twenty or thirty seconds. "Use your tongue," I 
suggested, and she made another muffled gagging sound of 
protest, but obediently lapped it with her tongue. "See 
how deep you can take it," I said, again in a tone of 
hopeful suggestion. "I'm curious."

Ronni groaned around my cock but leaned further forward, 
forcing her tightened lips down the length of my shaft 
until she had it all swallowed up, and I could feel the 
head of my six inch cock pushing into the upper opening 
of her throat. She didn't gag or choke at all. Ronni 
might not like it, but she had real natural talent as a 
deep throat dicksucker. 

She held her head there for a long ten count, her nose 
nestled into my pubic hairs, then slowly backed her head 
off, letting my cock slide out of her mouth with a big 
gasp of relief. She looked up at me. "Was that okay?"

I shrugged. "Well, if you want to lick my ass now..."

She clenched her eyes closed tightly again, and then 
opened them and said, in a near whisper, "Damien, do you 
PROMISE that if I luh lick your ass you will fix me and 
make me the way I was?"

I smiled at her. "You won't remember any of this, baby," 
I said. "I promise."

"Okay," she said, colorlessly. "Okay. Puh please roll 
over, Damien."

So I slid onto my stomach. Ronni got up and knelt on the 
bed next to me, and I felt her sweaty palms on my 
asscheeks, parting them. Her weight shifted on the bed, 
and then I felt her face... the hollows of her eyes and 
her curves of her cheekbones, pressing to the inner 
curves of my asscheeks.. felt her nose in the furrow just 
below my asshole (she was leaning down from above me, her 
knees near my chest) and then, I felt the tip of her 
tongue flicking at my anus.

"Ugh," I heard her gasp, and then heard her sob, and felt 
it in the crack of my ass, but her tongue pressed more 
firmly against my anus, and I felt her rub it around, 
then lick up and down my ass crack. "god," she gasped, 
then began licking up and down, slowly, steadily, 
sluuuuurp, sluuuuurp. 

"Put your tongue up my ass," I told her, after she'd 
licked me for a minute or so. 

"Ghhgggg," she groaned in protest, but she obeyed; I felt 
an inch or so of her tongue wriggle past my sphincter 
into my rectum, wet and warm and slippery. It felt good. 
"Deeper," I said, "bury your tongue in my ass." Ronni 
half groaned, half gagged again, but I felt her tongue 
slide deeper into my ass, felt the fat part of it push up 
past my sphincter, felt a good two inches of pink wet 
mouth muscle writhing in my asshole. "Mmmm," I said, 
"that's nice, now slurp it around. Gimme a good licking. 
Don't stop until I tell you."

I have to admit, Ronni was a game ass-eater; she slurped 
away at my asshole, her tongue buried for nearly its 
entire length there, swirling around, for what was 
probably a good three or four minutes before I finally 
relented and let her take it out. She sat up hastily and 
grabbed up a towel... the same one I'd thrown to her 
earlier... and began rubbing it on her extended tongue, 
gagging. 

I smiled. "You know that's the towel I wipe my cum on 
after I jerk off, right?" I said. 

Her eyes widened over it, then she made a choking sound 
and tossed the towel on the floor. She sat there, 
shuddering and crying. Finally, she said "Is that all? 
Will you fix me now?"

I leaned back, putting my hands behind my neck. "Just one 
more thing," I said. "I've cum in two of your holes, 
Ronni. If this is our last time in bed together, I want 
to have you completely."

I saw her trying to work that out, saw her face twist 
when she got it. "You want to... oh my god. You want to 
put it in my butt?"

"Yep," I said. "'course, you don't have to let me. I'm 
sure Asleep Ronni would..."

"Oh god," Ronni moaned, "oh my god Damien please, please 
just promise me if I let you do this you'll fix me and 
unhypnotize me and make me okay! Please!"

I raised my hand. "I solemnly swear, Ronni, if you let me 
buttfuck you, I will dehypnotize you and remove all my 
post hypnotic commands and all your memory of this."

"And your memory," she said accusingly. "You promised 
you'd make it so you didn't 'member either."

"Yes," I sighed, "fine, I'll use self hypnosis to remove 
my own memories, it would just be torture to remember 
having had you and not being able to have you any more, 
anyway."

Her lip, swollen and bruised looking, trembled at that. 
"Okay," she said, and tears trickled down her cheeks 
again. "All right," she whimpered. "Okay. You can." She 
choked and sobbed a little, then looked up at me. "Huh... 
how do you wuh want me to..."

"Hands and knees, babygirl," I said, briskly, getting up, 
my cock feeling hugely stiff and hard just at the thought 
of being crammed into Ronni's snug back door. "Back out 
towards me, please. Ass up in the air, shoulders down."

"Oh god," she whispered miserably to herself, as she 
clumsily complied with my instructions. "Oh my god Damien 
do you really have to..."

"Shhhh," I said, running my hand soothingly up and down 
her back, my palm pressing against her spine. "Shhhh it's 
okay, Ronni. I'm gonna ream out your little girl butthole 
good and shoot you full of my sperm, but you won't 
remember any of it. Just concentrate on that. You're only 
feeling this for a little while; by tomorrow you won't 
remember any of this." 

Of course, I had no intention of keeping my promise; 
hell, in half an hour or so she'd turn back into Asleep 
Ronni anyway. But getting her to give me what I wanted 
from her of her own free, if coerced will, without actual 
hypnosis... wow. That was the best yet. I'd have to make 
her forget about this, if only so I could get her to try 
to 'persuade' me again sometime. 

Ronni had her head and chest down, her palms pressed flat 
against the bed, her arms bent with her elbows up above 
her ribs in twin inverted V shapes bracketing her torso. 
Her ass was up and I could see the muscles under her the 
smooth curves of padding tic'ing and trembling 
uncontrollably. Her pussy was leaking my cum and it was 
smeared on her inner thighs, gleaming wetly in the dim 
light; her anus was a tightly clenched, brownish pink 
pucker. 

I sighed and leaned down and kissed her right ass-cheek 
affectionately, then ran my tongue up and down her ass 
crack, flirting it around her anus, then kissed her left 
ass-cheek. 

Ronni had sob-moaned as my tongue flicked around her 
asshole. Now I knelt on the mattress behind her and 
rubbed my monstrously hard cock smoothly up and down in 
the crack of her ass. She groaned. "You have a really 
sexy ass, baby," I told her. "I'm gonna love raping it. 
But I'm not raping it, am I? You're letting me do this of 
your own free will."

"Ugghh," she gagged, "oh god because you promised! You 
promised to make me better!"

"I know, sugar," I said, soothingly. I reached down and 
positioned myself, wedging my purplish red cockhead into 
the center of her brownish pink rosebud. She stiffened 
and gasped when I did it. "But you are letting me fuck 
your ass. Say it."

"Oh nooooo," she whimpered. There was a pause. Then, very 
slowly... "I... I am... I am letting you... fuck my ass, 
Damien."

"You want it," I told her. "Admit it."

"I don't!" she protested. "I don't want it at all!"

"Say you want it," I said. "Or Asleep Ronni will say you 
want it."

"Oh shit," she said, sobbing, and Ronni NEVER swears. 
"All right, you bastard, I want it, I want it!"

I rubbed my cockhead around in the socket of her anus, 
not pushing it forward, just around. "Tell me what you 
want, you slutty little whore."

"Bastard," she gritted, "fine, I want you to fuck me in 
my ass, Damien, I want you to shove your dick up my ass, 
I want your cock in my asshole, come on, shove it up my 
ass Damien!" She sobbed. "Is that what you want to hear, 
you prick?"

"Mmmm baby," I said, "you're so sweet to me." I pressed 
forward. My cock was still slick from her sucking it a 
few minutes before, but I didn't mind if it hurt her... 
preferred it, actually. I reached under her and pinched 
her clit with my fingernails.

She shuddered and bucked under me, and her asshole, which 
had been tightly closed, spasmed slightly, twitching open 
just a bit. I held her hips and rammed my cock home in 
her back door in one big thrust. 

Or tried to. My tactic worked as far as popping my 
cockhead up past her sphincter, but she wasn't greased 
and neither was I, so I had to stop and wriggle my cock 
from side to side, working it slowly up her rectum, which 
was enormously tight. Ronni was groaning and moaning and 
very, very softly screaming as I did it, flinching away 
from me as much as she could. "Aaahhhh ahhhhh ahhhh oh my 
god that HURTS!" she said, keeping her voice down but I 
could hear the agony clearly. "Oh my GOD stop it STOP 
IT..."

It took me probably nearly a minute to get my cock all 
the way up her tightest hole, and she was weeping in big 
racking sobs by the time I was buried to the balls in her 
bung. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh..." she kept hissing, like a 
leaky radiator. "ooooohhhhhhhhhh GAAAWWD..."

"Mmmm," I told her, slapping one ass-cheek as I flexed my 
fully buried cock in her vise tight, velvety smooth ass 
channel. "You have one hot ass, Ronni. I fuckin' love 
your ass."

"It HURTS!" she moaned, "PLEASE take it out take it 
OUT..."

"I will, honey," I promised. "After I cum. Then you can 
drink my piss again and we'll be all done for the night." 
Well, I thought, except for the beating I'm going to give 
you, you fucking bitch. 

Ronni wailed and I ignored her, holding her hips tightly, 
and starting to slooooowly fuck her tight ass. Pulling 
back wasn't a problem, although the friction was 
delicious; pushing forward again was nearly as hard as 
original entry. But after a few strokes she loosened up a 
little, or sweat greased us a bit, or both, and my cock 
started pumping in and out more smoothly. Ronni's asshole 
was still as tight on my dick as a baby's grab on your 
finger, and the feeling was amazing, and I knew I was 
going to cum soon. 

Finally, I groaned and shot off hard in her ass, pouring 
what felt like a quart of cum up her rectum. It 
overflowed and ran out around my pumping cock, streaming 
down her crack and thighs. Mmmmm. What a nice sight. 
Mouth, pussy and ass... Ronni was literally soaked in my 
cum tonight.

After pumping every last drop of cum up her tight shit 
hole, I pulled out of Ronni's ass. "Turn around and clean 
me up, Ronni," I said. "Once I piss, I'll start 
unhypnotizing you."

Ronni looked back at me miserably, then slowly 
straightened up on the bed, wincing as she sat down... 
her cunt and ass must both have hurt like fire. I smiled. 
"Oh god," she said, reaching up with a grimace and 
obviously hesitant fingers to take my sticky, cum covered 
cock in her hands, "please, Damien, I'll lick you off but 
don't pee in my mouth again..."

I reached down and grabbed her hand. "I've had enough of 
your shit, young lady," I said. "Ontario."

Ronni blinked, then immediately looked up at me and 
smiled widely. "You're breaking your promise," she cooed, 
"oh, thank you, I didn't want to go away, I love you, big 
brother!"

"I'm going to kind of keep my promise," I said, rubbing 
my sticky cock around on her cheeks and lips, which made 
her giggle. "I'm going to make Fuck Toy Ronni forget all 
about begging me to unhypnotize her..."

"So you can make me do it again!" she said, wriggling 
like a puppy as she started to lick my cock. "Mmmmmm but 
big brother, I'll do anything you want, totally 
willingly, you don't need to blackmail my stupid self!"

I smiled down at her as she slurped my cock into her 
mouth, her big hazel eyes rolled up and watching me 
urgently as she sucked away at it. "I love you, baby, but 
you're not willing," I said. "You're thought controlled." 
She went 'mmmmmphhhh' vehemently around my cock, and I 
patted her head, "I know, sugar, I love it, too, but it's 
fun to make you do things in your right mind, too... to 
put you in a position where you choose to do it freely, 
even though you hate it."

"Mm," she said, obviously agreeing, then took her mouth 
off me. "I understand, darling. You can't really 
humiliate or degrade me if I enjoy it, and as Asleep 
Ronni, I really do love it! I'm just a little slut for 
you! I'll drink your piss, fuck all your friends... I'd 
love it if you'd make me fuck all your friends, 
sweetheart... or a dog! Mmmmmm!" 

She was licking my cock in between every three or four 
words, long slurping licks she obviously enjoyed. "Oh, 
and don't forget you promised to hurt me! Before you made 
your promise to Fuck Toy Ronni! And you shouldn't break 
that promise, I deserve to be hurt! Please, big brother! 
You did such a great job raping me, now please just beat 
the shit out of me, too!"

My cock had begun to soften, now it sprang up again as 
Ronni begged me to hurt her. "Uh oh," she said, giggling, 
"big brother can't piss in li'l sister's mouth if he's 
all hard! Better make him soft again!" She immediately 
took me in her mouth and started bobbing her head on me 
eagerly. "Mmmmmmmmm nmpphhhhh mmmmm gllgggggg!" she 
hummed around my cock. "Cmmmmmm nmmmmm mmmm mmttthhhhhhh! 
Mmmmmmm!"

I moaned as she started fellating me again, finding it 
hard to believe that this was only her second blowjob... 
Ronni's subconscious is quite an accomplished little 
tramp, apparently. Having her croon 'cum in my mouth' 
around my cock over and over again as she bobbed her head 
was bringing me to the brink really quickly. I had no 
idea how much cum I'd have for my fourth orgasm in an 
hour, but Ronni was going to find out...

I gasped and shot off again, this orgasm a quick hot 
spasm that was over in a few spurts. Ronni gulped it down 
eagerly, with no problem at all, very quickly. She let my 
cock out of her mouth long enough to lick her lips and 
say "mmmmm not much but still very tasty, big brother! 
Maybe some night you can just make me suck you all night 
long! I'd love to see how much of your cum I can eat at 
one time! Mmmm and I'd get to drink your piss between 
each cum too!"

I sighed. "Well, you don't have to wait for some more 
piss, baby, cuz I'm ready." She eagerly took my half hard 
cock back in her mouth and I sighed as I started to 
piss... thought about turning her back into Fuck Toy 
Ronni, but decided I'd been mean enough to her that 
night... anyway, Asleep Ronni is such a sweetie. She 
swallowed my piss without making a peep, just gulping and 
gulping away at it, eyes looking up at me, obviously very 
happy to be serving me. 



Chapter 2: ENDING THE SPELL


I had called Ronni up from a phone in HBC and told her I 
was dropping by to say hi in a few minutes. I used the 
code word that puts her into Boring Ronni mode, which 
means, she was exactly as she would have been normally 
had I never hypnotized her, with no memory of any of our 
hypnotic sessions, or even that they had ever taken 
place. This is a mode I don't keep her in often; usually 
she's at least somewhat programmed, but sometimes I like 
to mess with the 'real' Ronni's head a little. I also 
enjoy the contrast. 

When I got to her dorm room she seemed pleased to see me 
but not overwhelmed... the usual for her, Before Mind 
Control. "Um, hi," she said. She seemed vaguely puzzled, 
probably by all the slutty clothes in her closets, and 
the fact that she couldn't remember a whole lot of the 
recent past, which she had, of course, spent in various 
other, more sexually accessible modes that Boring Ronni 
has no recollection of. I'd implanted a suggestion that 
Boring Ronni not worry about that much, but still, it 
must have seemed strange to her. I didn't turn her into 
Boring Ronni much, but every once in a while, I enjoyed 
reliving my initial conquest of her in different ways.

"No kiss?" I said brightly, pushing past her into her 
small, single dorm room. I turned to face her. She closed 
the door and, with a little long suffering sigh, put her 
hands on my shoulders and lifted her face to mine and 
gave me the brief little lip brush that is how she always 
kisses me when I don't actively use hypnosis to mind 
control her. 

"I think you can do better than that," I scolded her. 

She looked exasperated. "You know that we are just 
friends," she said solemnly. "I do care for you very 
much, but..."

I had always hated how she had treated me before, 
rejecting my advances and withholding herself from me 
with that 'I love you as a big brother and my best friend 
ever' crap. Now that everything was different I found I 
enjoyed it, knowing that secretly, all I had to do was 
say a magic word and she'd be fucking me and sucking me 
like the sluttiest porn star who ever lived. 

So I looked at her and smiled. "Can't blame me for 
trying, can you?"

She reluctantly smiled back. "I guess not. I really do 
care for you, Damien..."

I stepped forward and slipped my arms around her waist. 
"I can still hug you, right?"

"Of course..." she sighed, and put her arms around my 
neck and let me hug her for a few seconds. She still 
seemed vaguely troubled, but the longer I was there, the 
more comfortably she fit herself back into her old 
behaviors. It secretly excited me, knowing that I could 
walk away from her as she was now and she'd simply take 
up her old life, with no memory whatsoever of being any 
different. I'd never do that, but it was kind of 
thrilling to know I could. "A hug is always nice."

"Ronni Elizabeth Keller," I said, as I nestled my face 
into the hair on top of her head, "remember being my 
slut."

'Ronni Elizabeth Keller' is the key phrase; when she 
hears me say it to her, she becomes Fuck Toy Ronni, in 
which she remembers everything I have ever forced her to 
do, and she is forced to obey any physical command I give 
her. Of course, part of the key is that I have to say it 
to her, if anyone else says it, it has no effect. I'm not 
stupid. 

She went very still in my arms as suddenly she remembered 
everything.

I knew she was remembering all the things she had done 
for me since I had first mind controlled her, how as 
'Asleep Ronni' she had reveled in it like a whore, how by 
the time I was finished with her she had my cum in her 
cunt, her ass, drying on her tits, smeared on her mouth 
and chin and neck, how she could taste it in the back of 
her throat. How she had gotten on her hands and knees and 
barked like a dog for me, kissed and licked my feet, 
begged me to use her harder, avidly licked out my 
asshole, cried like her heart was broken when I finally 
told her I had to go, pleaded with me to come back and 
use her for a sperm bank again. I heard her draw in her 
breath sharply as she recalled the filthy, explicit 
things she had said to me in various phone calls since 
the last time I'd seen her. 

Of course, she was only that willingly depraved and 
slutty in her 'Asleep Ronni' mode, when I'd tampered with 
her thoughts and feelings and forced her to worship, 
adore, and lust for me fanatically. As Fuck Toy Ronni, 
her mind is untampered with, and she remembers 
everything, but her behavior is constrained by my 
commands. 

She was also remembering that one of the reasons I turn 
her into 'real' Ronni is that as 'real' Ronni I have no 
mind control over her, unless I turn her into someone 
else. Thus, as 'real' Ronni I have often actually 
physically raped her in the past... usually having to 
beat her into submission, which I enjoy. Punishing her 
physically, hurting her badly until she agrees to obey 
me, sobbing her heart out and begging me for mercy... 
god, it's a trip. I can make her do anything, willingly 
or unwillingly, in her other modes, but it's only when 
she's 'real' Ronni that I can truly force my will against 
hers, using physical force. I always make her forget 
these times, so each time it's the 'first' one for her. 

"Oh GOD!" I heard her gasp, trembling. She started 
violently and tried to yank out of my arms. "No, NO...!"

"Hold still and quiet down," I told her firmly, and she 
immediately became motionless again, other than 
shuddering and trembling. 

If you read the first chapter of this you know what's up. 
If not... 

It had started a few months before. I had taken some 
books on hypnosis out of the library and learned some 
startling things. I had mentioned to Ronni in one 
conversation that a lot of the body's ills seemed to be 
psychological in nature, and under hypnosis, many people 
had been successfully cured of chronic conditions simply 
through the power of suggestion. Ronni has terrible 
allergies and occasionally experiences awful fits of 
asthma, so when I offhandedly suggested that maybe 
hypnosis would help her out with them, it hadn't been 
hard to talk her into trying it.

As I had suspected after reading the books, Ronni was a 
very good subject for hypnosis. She is normally a very 
pliable, docile, well behaved girl. I had been 
romantically and sexually obsessed with her since meeting 
her a year before, but her parents had raised her very 
strictly to be a 'good girl', which meant, saving herself 
for her husband. Also, she just honestly wasn't 
physically attracted to me. So we were friends and I was 
very frustrated. 

I realize that what I did was pretty terrible, but 
believe me, if you could see Ronni, you would understand. 
She stands about 5'8 and has heavy, shoulder length, dark 
brown-auburn hair, a very pleasant, snub nosed, full 
lipped face with big, innocent hazel grey eyes normally 
hidden behind oversized rectangular glasses. She prefers 
to dress in little girl styles like colored t-shirts and 
denim bib overalls with her hair in pigtails, but no 
matter how hard she tries she can't hide her fabulous 
body, which I personally would have given up a couple of 
fingers just to see naked, much less touch.

She's not really athletic, but at 18 she was very trim 
and healthy, with wide shoulders, slim legs, a lovely, 
rounded ass, and frankly big sexy tits. I didn't know, 
but if I had to estimate, I'd say she was a 36C or D, 
around a 27 or 28 waist, and a 35 ass easily. Her mouth 
was wide and her lips were full and soft and naturally 
pink and I couldn't even look at her face without getting 
a hard on from instant images of shoving her to her knees 
and fucking her mouth. 

The hypnotic sessions did help her with her allergies and 
asthma; in fact, as far as I know, since we started them 
she hasn't had a single attack. And a slight acne problem 
she used to have is totally gone, too, thanks to my 
powers of suggestion. But there was no way I was going to 
waste an opportunity like that, so I also implanted key 
phrases in her subconscious that, whenever she heard me 
speak them to her, would make her my instant and total 
slave. She would believe anything I told her and obey any 
command I gave her.

I didn't just hypnotize Ronni, I'd programmed several 
modes of personality and behavior into her... 'real' 
Ronni, Fuck Toy Ronni, Asleep Ronni, and Awake Ronni, all 
of whom thought and behaved in somewhat different ways. 

Since then I'd made nearly every fantasy I had come true 
with her. She was much more fun to be with in public as 
'Awake Ronni'; unhesitatingly giving me little hugs and 
long, affectionate kisses, walking around arm in arm with 
me, chattering happily, all without seeming to really be 
aware of what she was doing or how it was different from 
how she had always behaved with me before then. 

She'd started dressing in short skirts and running shorts 
and halter tops, which looked fantastic on her. In the 
way social acquaintances have of just assuming things, I 
knew that all our mutual friends were now simply taking 
it for granted that she was my girlfriend. That was fine 
with me, although to make sure it didn't trouble Ronni if 
someone mentioned it to her, I planted another suggestion 
that she wouldn't think about it much if that happened.

When we were alone she was usually 'Awake Ronni' until I 
turned her into another mode... generally Fuck Toy Ronni, 
whom I enjoyed raping and humiliating and torturing, but 
sometimes Asleep Ronni, if I felt sweet and romantic. (I 
often tortured Asleep Ronni too, but it was impossible to 
rape or humiliate her, she was always willing, a complete 
and utter slut who loved everything I did to her). 

As 'real' Ronni she acted just like she always had... 
until I used a key word to control her. It was a mode I 
didn't use often, and I always made her forget everything 
we'd done together, because I enjoyed having her as my 
secret slave. I could have simply planted a suggestion 
that she loved me and willingly, consciously served me, 
but to be honest, I got a thrill out of having her this 
way. Having her love me all the time would have been less 
fun than having her treat me like she always had, when I 
knew I could make her act differently just by saying a 
magic phrase. 

I didn't use 'real' Ronni often, but sometimes I just 
liked to put her back the way she was, to fully enjoy 
making her into something else with a spoken word.

Now she was starting to cry in my arms as she remembered 
all the things we had done together in the last few 
months. Remembering the beatings, the humiliations... 
remembering being a cum-drinking cock-sucking ass-licking 
slut... and worse. 

"If you can behave and be quiet and remember that you 
love me, you can talk to me," I told her. 

Immediately she whimpered, "Please don't... I don't want 
to...please... don't make me..." She sobbed, unable to 
move. 

"Why, Ronni, you know you love to be my little slut." I 
cupped her full, heavy breasts through her plaid cotton 
button up outdoor shirt, my thumbs finding her nipples 
and rubbing them through the weave. She started to 
breathe hard; in any mode, she loves to have me touch 
her. 

"Oh God," she said, flushing an even deeper red, her 
hands clenched helplessly at her sides, "oh God please 
don't... don't... I don't want to... don't make me do 
it..." Her downcast eyes were brimming with tears. It 
turned me on even more to see that. I pinched her nipples 
and rolled them between thumb and forefinger through the 
cotton. She shuddered as I did it. 

I unbuttoned her shirt slowly all the way down and tugged 
it out of her jeans and slipped it lovingly, leisurely, 
down off her shoulders and over her limp, still hands. I 
tossed it onto her bed and leaned down and pushed my 
tongue into her mouth as I reached around her torso to 
undo her bra clasp. With no explicit orders she just 
stood there, crying, lips parted, as my tongue explored 
her mouth thoroughly, running over her upper and lower 
teeth, swirling around her own tongue as I drank in the 
sweet taste of her helplessness, relishing her warm 
breath, knowing that in a few more minutes her mouth 
would be heavy with the taste of my sperm. I slipped her 
bra forward off her lovely, heavy, sexy breasts and 
dropped it to the floor.

Now she was stripped to the waist, wearing only a new, 
tight pair of blue jeans, socks, and sneakers, and her 
glasses. I nibbled each of her lips, sucking them away 
from her teeth one at a time and then letting them snap 
back, then stepped back just a bit to admire the way she 
looked. Her full breasts were so heavy they sagged just 
slightly on her chest and her light pink nipples were 
hard from my pinching. Tears kept streaming down her face 
and were now running down her neck. 

I had forbidden her in the past to ever cover herself in 
my presence if she were undressed, which was why she was 
standing there completely still. "Please...," she 
whimpered. "Please, I don't want to, I can't stand it if 
you make me do it again..." 

"What am I doing, baby?" I asked her, smiling gently. 

She sobbed louder. "You're raping me...! Please, please 
don't... if you really love me, like you say..." 

"Ronni," I interrupted her, "say 'please let me suck your 
cock and swallow your sperm'." 

"Please let me suck your cock and swallow your sperm," 
she said promptly, then burst into heavier sobs as she 
heard herself say it. "Ohhhh GOD I really can't STAND it 
if you make me do that again..."

I smiled. "You can stand it, hon. You always do. Now 
undress me, baby girl."

She gasped and her hands moved to the waistband of my 
sweatshirt and she pulled it off over my head quickly and 
efficiently. The expression on her face was that of 
someone who has no clear idea why she's doing what she's 
doing. She unsnapped my jeans and went down to one knee, 
tears still flowing down her cheeks, to push the 
waistband down to my knees. "Ronni," I said, "here are 
some new orders for you. Anytime your face is within, 
say, six inches of my cock, I want you to put it in your 
mouth and keep it there until I tell you to let it out." 

"Oh, no, please...," she begged, promptly taking my half 
hard prick in one soft hand, angling it upwards, and 
swallowing it up in her open mouth. 

"Mmmmppphhh nmmmmmm nnggggggg," she continued to protest 
through her mouthful of dick. 

"Keep undressing me, baby, and swirl your tongue on my 
dick," I told her. "Suck it for me a little while you're 
down there. You know how I like it." 

She was crying so hard now she was nearly choking around 
my rapidly hardening dick, but she obeyed, slowly 
rotating her tongue around the length of my shaft, 
sucking and slurping at it. While she did that, she 
untied my sneakers and took them off my feet one at a 
time, a little clumsily because she had to work by touch. 
Then she pulled my jeans off over my feet one at a time, 
then took my socks off one at a time, sucking away at the 
cock in her mouth, whimpering and sniffling around it 
while she obeyed me. Other than my watch and a zodiac 
amulet that an ex girlfriend had given me for Valentine's 
Day a few years before, I was naked. With Ronni kneeling 
topless at my feet, sobbing and moaning despairingly as 
she sucked away at my cock. 

My cock was rock hard by then. "Do you want a nice big 
mouthful of sperm, Ronni?" I asked her. 

Her eyes rolled miserably up to mine and she shook her 
head, just slightly, from side to side, saying 
"nnnnmmmmmm plllsssssmmmm!"

"Yes you do, you cum-hungry bitch," I told her. "You can 
take your mouth off my cock for a minute, now." 

She promptly let my cock slide out of her mouth with a 
moist slurping sound. "Please, don't make me, I'll throw 
up, I will, I'll be sick..." she whined. 

I sighed. "Baby sister, you love my cock," I told her. 
"Say it, cunt."

"I do," she said, her voice mournful and despairing but 
breathy at the same time. "I do love your cock.... Oh 
God."

"Kiss it, Ronni," I ordered. "Show me how much you love 
my dick."

"Ooohhhhh nooooo," she sobbed, but raised her head 
immediately and went to work kissing and licking all up 
and down the length of my prick. She moaned and grunted 
as her tongue and lips slurped all over my hard meat, 
turning her head to the side and opening her mouth to 
catch the side of my shaft between her soft lips and 
running them up and down the length, her tongue pressed 
against the blue vein on the underside. I reached down 
and gently took her glasses off her face as she continued 
to avidly slobber on my prick. Her eyes looked up at me 
defenselessly as she began to flutter her tongue in the 
way I had taught her just on the underside of my 
circumcised helmet. 

I reached down, put my hands under her arms, and pulled 
her to her feet. "Give me your best kiss, baby," I said, 
and covered her mouth with mine. 

She groaned as she moved into my arms, hers going around 
my neck as mine encircled her waist, her eyes tightly 
shut as she tilted her mouth to near right angles to 
mine, both our lips open in wide ovals as her tongue met 
mine firmly and then pushed on, past my lips deep into my 
mouth, thick and fluid and meaty, and she moaned as her 
lovely sexy breasts pressed onto my chest, her hard 
little nipples pressing like pebbles into my skin, and 
our mouths fused together. Our tongues slid back and 
forth, wrestling together first in my mouth, then in 
hers, then back again, slurping noisily over our groans 
of pleasure as I sucked her tongue, then she sucked mine.

My hands rubbed her bare shoulder blades and my fingers 
traced her spine down, then slipped under the waistband 
of her jeans to press the top of her full, taut 
asscheeks. I could taste my own meaty cock flavor on her 
tongue and her breath. Our heads pushed into each other 
hard enough to be painful if our mouths hadn't been 
joined, wet lips sliding frictionlessly back and forth as 
we rocked in each other's arms, tongues swirling 
together, both of us moaning now into each other's hot 
breath, our combined saliva soaking both our mouths and 
chins as we kissed and kissed and kissed. 

The kiss went on and on for several minutes as she pushed 
her tits onto my naked chest and tried her best to shove 
her tongue down my throat, or suck mine down hers. 
Finally I lifted my mouth off hers with a faint slurp and 
kissed the tip of her nose. "God, you're hot, baby," I 
gasped, soaked in sweat and breathing like I'd just run 
the 600. "I need to cum in you. Get on your knees and 
kiss and lick my cock until I tell you to stop."

"Oh," she gave a little anguished whimper as she sank to 
her knees immediately. She knew I was about to use her as 
my personal sperm bank, with her mouth as my first 
deposit slot. She had told me in the past, before I had 
hypnotized her, when she caught me reading some 
pornography that she thought cocksucking was especially 
nasty, so I always made her do it. 

Turned on though I know she was, she was still crying. 
"Please, it's dirty, I don't want it in my mouth, please 
don't make me," she pleaded, all the while placing little 
kisses all down the shaft to my balls, then back up to 
the head. "Please," she said, swirling her tongue along 
the underside in a long slurping lick, "please don't make 
me be a little slut any more..." 

"You sucked it three times last time you saw me," I said. 
And she had, too. It had been an unplanned encounter; I 
had run into her coming out of one of her classes in the 
math building up on campus. I'd pushed her right back 
into the empty classroom, put her in Fuck Toy Ronni mode, 
sat down in the teacher's chair, and made her get down on 
her knees and suck me off three times, giving her a nice 
warm tummy full of sperm before I'd been satisfied, put 
her back in Awake Ronni mode, kissed her affectionately 
goodbye, and let her leave. 

"I know, I know," she cried, "but you made me, I'm a good 
girl, please
don't make me do it again." Her eyes met mine 
imploringly, even as her mouth kept kissing and licking 
my prick. "Please..., I threw up after that, my jaw ached 
for two whole days, please, I'm not a little slut...!" 

As she declared she was not a little slut, she was 
fluttering her tongue like butterfly wings under the 
flange of my circumcised cockhead. I smiled. She had 
thrown up, although since she had been Awake Ronni at the 
time, she hadn't had the vaguest idea why. I remembered 
though. 

"You didn't throw up from eating my cum, baby. Remember 
what else I made you do?" 

She seemed to think back... then her eyes widened and she 
looked even more horrified. "Oh my GOD," she gasped, "Oh 
no, no, no, no, no, please don't, DON'T..." 

She angled my cock downward and started kissing down the 
back side of it. "Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah..." 

"Tell me what I did, Ronni," I instructed her gently. "Oh 
GOD," she sobbed, licking up one side and down the other. 
"You... you peed in my mouth... and you made me swallow 
it, oh GOD it was so gross..." 

"How many times have I pissed in your mouth, baby 
sister?" I asked her. 

"Ohhhh," she groaned, as the question forced her to think 
about it, "oh OHHH... luh lots of tuh times..." She began 
sobbing again, still licking my cock. 

"You want to swallow my piss again, Ronni," I told her. 
"You really do. Say it." 

"Oh no," she cried, "Oh no, oh God I want to swallow your 
piss again, I really do, please let me, please pee in my 
mouth, oh God!" 

"I will, baby," I assured her. "After you swallow my cum, 
I'll have some nice piss for you." 

"Oh noooooo nooooo noooooo," she said, sobbing hard now, 
but still licking my cock like a lollipop. 

"Stop licking my cock a second, Ronni," I told her, "and 
stop crying and listen to me." She stopped licking 
immediately; it took her the better part of a minute to 
get her sobs under control. Then she looked up at me, 
face tracked with tears, eyes red from weeping, lips 
trembling. "What...?" 

"I'm going to offer you a deal, Ronni," I told her. "I 
don't want to have to control you any more to make you do 
things, so I want you to agree to suck me off, and 
swallow my cum, and drink my piss, whenever I want." 

She blinked at me, and then said "No! I won't...! I never 
will agree to do that willingly!" 

I smiled. "Really? Will you suck my cock willingly if I 
promise not to ever turn you into Fuck Toy Ronni or 
Asleep Ronni again? If, in fact, I promise to remove all 
your hypnotic programming? Will you be my willing little 
slut if I don't mind control you any more?"

She looked up at me, eyes bright with tears. She pressed 
her lips together in a grimace as she thought. Abruptly, 
she went pale. Ronni doesn't remember everything all at 
once, and she was remembering now all the various 
horribly degrading things I'd done to her... how as 
Asleep Ronni, which of course Fuck Toy Ronni remembers 
being, she had begged me to do it and loved it... and how 
I'd frequently beaten her into submission in her Boring 
Ronni mode, and then made her forget it all over again.

Now, personally, I'd think that she'd want to be Asleep 
Ronni all the time, since Asleep Ronni is the one who 
enjoys everything I do to her. However, I had a feeling 
that any of the mind controlled states I put Ronni in 
would seem horrible to her, when she was free to think 
about them, which she was in Fuck Toy Ronni mode. And 
she'd gone for it once before, when I'd offered to remove 
her hypnotic programming in exchange for her willing 
compliance in one last fuck session. This was just taking 
that further. I wondered if she'd go for it.

She gulped and looked like she was going to throw up. 
"Don't throw up," I ordered her. "I'll turn you into 
Asleep Ronni and fuck you all night, you bitch."

She gulped several times, but of course, as Fuck Toy 
Ronni, she must obey any physical commands I give her, so 
she couldn't throw up, now. Finally, she said "I..." She 
stopped and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "Damien... 
oh God... I... if you won't..." She stopped again and 
rocked on her knees back and forth, sobbing almost 
silently, for a good thirty seconds or so. 

Finally, in a very tired, almost inaudible voice, she 
said, "All... all right, Damien... if you... if you get 
rid of... of... Fuh Fuck Toy Ronni..." She grimaced as 
she said it, "Ah... and... Asleep Ronni, God I hate being 
her, and Uh Ah Awake Ronni and just make me into me 
again..." 

She sobbed suddenly, explosively, but then forced herself 
to go on, "I promise. I... I will... I will suck you. I 
will suck your thing." She sobbed again. "Whenever you 
want. I'll... I'll be your little blowjob girl." She 
moaned as if she were in pain, but went on, "And your 
little toilet girl. I... I won't be bad or tease you any 
more. I'll suck it good for you and eat all the cum, and 
drink your pee, I will... and I won't throw up or be bad, 
I promise." 

"All right," I said. "Ronni, in a minute I'm going to 
turn you back into 'real' Ronni. But for the first time, 
you will have your full memory. You will remember what we 
talked about and what you promised. You will be free to 
break your promise if you want, but you will remember 
making it, and why, and what will happen to you if you 
don't keep it." 

I paused, and then said, "Ronni Elizabeth Keller, 
obrigato... wake up and be yourself."

She started and shook her head... looked down at herself 
in shock, then up at me in horror... and started sobbing 
again. "Oh GOD," she whimpered. "Oh GOD. Please don't 
make me.... Please don't." 

I sighed. "Fine," I said. "Then you better get used to 
being Fuck Toy, Asleep, and Awake Ronni, you lying cunt. 
Veronica Elizabeth..." 

"WAIT!" she cried out. "Oh God. Please... I... I will. I 
will do it. I will... agh... I will suh suck your cock 
whenever you want. And ah ah eat your cuh cum. And drah 
drink your puh pee. If you... if you don't... muh make 
me... any more! Please!"

I folded my arms. "Well, now you've pissed me off, Ronni. 
Now you have to do anything I want. Let me fuck your 
pussy and your ass, anytime. Now that's part of the deal, 
too."

She stared up at me. "But... but... you said..."

"And you gave me shit, baby sister," I said grimly, 
forbiddingly. "So now the deal has changed. Still want to 
give me shit?"

She looked up at me for a moment, tears streaming freely 
down her cheeks... then looked down. "No," she said, very 
quietly. "No sir, no big brother, no darling, no... no, 
your baby sister slave slut won't give you any more shit, 
please, if you take out all the slutty Ronni 
programming... I... I will do whatever you want. I pruh 
promise."

"Go ahead, then," I said. "Suck me off, you cunt." She 
looked at me pathetically, tears streaming down her face, 
but I think she understood that I could just turn her 
into Fuck Toy Ronni and order her to suck it and she 
would, just like last time and the time before. She 
grimaced, but then opened her mouth wide and leaned 
forward and took the head past her lips once more and 
began to suck and lick at it diligently. 

"Take it all," I said. "Bob your head. Make me cum, baby 
sis." She gave a muffled little groan of protest but 
obediently let her mouth slide down my shaft and started 
pumping her head on me slowly, sucking away, lips tight, 
tongue rubbing on the underside of my cock. After a 
minute or so of this, she pulled her head off and looked 
up at me and said hopefully "Would you like to cum on my 
boobs this time instead of in my mouth? Please?"

"Jesus Christ, Ronni, you've eaten my cum like a hundred 
fucking times," I reminded her. "And liked it and asked 
me for more. Begged me." 

"Asleep Ronni did that!" she said, crying again. "I'm not 
really like that."

"You can be like that in a hot second if you keep pissing 
me off," I warned her. 

"Noooooo please..." she groaned.

"Keep sucking, slut," I said, and she gave a little 
strangled sob, and then went back to sucking me off 
without a further word.

After Ronni blew me for a few more minutes, I felt the 
first tinglings of an oncoming orgasm in my cock and 
balls. "Get ready, baby," I said and put my hands on her 
head. She gave a little anguished groan around my cock, 
but kept sucking me steadily, pumping her tight, hot, wet 
mouth on my prick a bit faster now. She was really 
getting good at it. The first time, when I had her in the 
first hypnotic trance, I had to show her everything, 
guiding her head with my hands, telling her how to use 
her lips and tongue.

I had told her to remember and she had. I even thought 
she was starting to enjoy it even though she'd never 
admit it. I looked down at her, kneeling on her dorm room 
floor in just her jeans and socks, back naked down to her 
waist, tears drying on her cheeks, giving me an exquisite 
blowjob for no reason except that I wanted her to. And 
she would do it any time I wanted, anywhere I wanted, 
without conditioning or mind control. What a fucking 
power trip. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," I moaned, and shot off in her mouth with a 
liquid splattering sound I could hear as well as feel. 

Ronni gasped and gagged around my cock as I emptied my 
balls into her sucking mouth. "Keep pumping that mouth," 
I told her. "Suck it all out of me, baby girl." 

Half choking, half sobbing, Ronni obediently kept bobbing 
her head in and out, sucking and slurping and gagging as 
she tried to swallow my load. 
There were twin lines of shiny white cum spilling out 
both corners of her
mouth and running down opposite sides of her chin. If she 
had been in a trance I could have taken mercy on her and 
told her she loved how my cum tasted and felt in her 
mouth, but since she wasn't, I couldn't. She had to 
suffer. 

"Get it all, sweetie," I told her, and she sobbingly 
complied, licking and sucking and bobbing and slurping to 
pump all my cum up my shaft into her mouth.

After another minute or so, I knew I was finished and I 
told her she could stop. She pulled her head back and 
released my cock from the warmth of her mouth. 

"Lick up what you spilled," I told her sternly. 

Her tongue came out and licked at the corners of her lips 
reluctantly. "God," I heard her sob.

"We're going to the movies tonight, baby," I told her. 
"And you're going to spend the whole show with your head 
in my lap."

She flushed dull red and didn't look up at me, but after 
a second, nodded her head. "Okay..." she said. "Can we 
sit in the back please where other people won't see?"

"I'll think about it," I said, and she just nodded, as if 
accepting a perfectly justified rebuke.

"Look up at me, Ronni," I demanded.

She tilted her head up and met my eyes, tongue still 
running around her lips. She didn't seem aware of it. 
"Yes...."

"Now, I didn't force you to suck me off that time, did I? 
You did it willingly," I reminded her.

She took a big breath. "Yes... I did it willingly." She 
paused and blinked. "Cuz you promised to... not make me 
into... slutty Ronni's... any more." She blinked again, 
several times. "Please don't. I can't stand it when you 
make me like it, or when you control my body against my 
will."

"Didn't you like it?" I asked, almost gently.

"It's disgusting," she said, and tears spilled out of her 
eyes again. "I'm a mess. Your stuff is all over my face."

"But you did like it, didn't you?" I asked again.

She sobbed. "No," she finally said. "I huh hate it, buh, 
but... I... I'd ruh rather hate it and stuh still decide 
to do it than have you muh make me do it or... muh make 
me luh like it."

I smiled. "But Ronni, even though you hate sucking me, 
you do love me, don't you? And you do love making me 
happy, don't you? It's okay. You can admit it."

She closed her eyes and sobbed again for several seconds. 
Then, finally, she said, kind of mumbling, "I know I 
should hate you, Damien, and I wuh want to, buh but... I 
duh do luh love you..." She looked up at me through eyes 
that were full of tears. "Duh did you do this to muh me? 
Did you muh make even ruh Real Ronni luh love you?"

"You remember everything now, hon," I told her gently. 
"Did I do this to you? Or do you just love me all by 
yourself?"

She lowered her head and her shoulders shook as she began 
to cry hard again. "Yuh you're awful," she sobbed, "yuh 
you ruh RAPED muh me and cuh controlled my mind and I 
shuh should HATE you..."

"But...?" I asked her, gently.

She hung her head. "But I love you," she whispered. "I... 
I'll do anything you want, Damien... even though I hate 
it..." She looked up at me again. "Whuh why do I love you 
if you aren't making muh me, Damien?"

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Because although you 
don't know it, Ronni, this is what you need. You weren't 
happy the way you were before. Some people are born to be 
slaves, and you're one of them. I had to force you into 
it, but now that you've experienced it, you can't ever go 
back, and you don't want to. You're happy this way. Even 
though you hate what I make you do, you love the fact 
that I make you do it."

She sniffled and moved her head against my fingers. 
Finally, she said, "Okay," in a little girl's voice.

"Okay what?" I asked her, caressing the rim of her ear 
with my fingertips.

She looked up at me. "Okay," she murmured, "I'm a slave, 
I'm your slave, I'm... huh happy that way." She paused. 
"I luh love you."

"I love you too, baby," I told her agreeably. "And what 
will you do for me?"

She sobbed. "Anything," she said, finally. "Uh even if I 
huh hate it."

I stroked her chin with my thumb. "When will you do it?"

"Any time," she moaned. "Oh, god, Damien, any time you 
want me to, whenever you tell me to."

I ran my thumb over her lips and she closed her eyes and 
licked it. "And where will you do it?"

"Anywhere," she moaned, fervently. "Here in my room, or 
at your house, or in a classroom, or a stairwell, or... 
or anywhere, in a movie or on the quah quad or ah 
anywhere..."

"Tell me why," I demanded. "Say it, slave," I ordered.

"Because I'm yours," she barely breathed. "Because I luh 
like being yours. Buh because I love you."

I slapped her face. "Do you like that, slave?"

She sobbed. "Nuh no, but...!" She raised her face, her 
chin trembling, turning the cheek I hadn't slapped yet to 
me. "I nuh know you luh like hitting me, Damien, suh so 
you shuh should hit me muh more... all you want... as 
much as you want..."

I patted her head. "I do like hitting you, Ronni," I 
said. "That doesn't bother you? Or make you love me 
less?"

She stared up at me, face wet. "Nuh no," she said, 
finally, "nuh nothing buh bothers me, Damien... I'm... 
I'm yours. And nuh nothing could make me not love you. 
Yuh you're mean... and kuh cruel to me... buh but that's 
your right. Yuh you can fuh fuck me... buh beat me... puh 
pee on me... guh give me to other puh people... do 
whatever you want with me... I... my juh job is to luh 
let you... and to luh love you no matter what."

"Good girl," I said. "Ready for some piss now?"

"Oh," she sniffled. "Now?" 

"Right now, baby," I said. "Remember, you're doing it 
willingly." 

"Yes..." she said, miserably, tears starting again. 

"And why?" I asked her. 

"Because I luh luh like to please you," she said, crying, 
"and because I luh love you, and because yuh you own me, 
and because I pruh promised." 

"What are you, Ronni?" I asked her. 

She looked up at me. "I duh duh don't understand," she 
said, finally. 

"Are you a cocksucker?" I asked. 

She flushed under her tears. "Yuh yes...," she said. "I 
am. I am your cocksucker." 

"Are you a cum-eater?" I asked her. 

"Yes," she whimpered. "I am a cum-eater. I am your cum-
eater. I am your cum-eating cocksucker...." 

"And there's something else you are, isn't there, Ronni?" 
I asked, smiling. 

She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth on her 
knees like she was being whipped, but finally said, 
"Yes... I am also a piss-drinker. I am your piss-drinker. 
I am your piss-drinking, cum-eating cocksucker." 

She began crying hard, but went on, "I drink your piss. I 
eat your cum. I swallow everything from your cock. I suck 
your cock whenever you want. My mouth is your sperm bank 
and your yuh yuh Urinal.... And I like it and I love 
you." 

"Show me, baby," I said, softly. 

Without another word, Ronni leaned forward and took my 
softened cock back into her mouth. Without being told, 
she tightened her lips on it and looked up at me. 

I sighed, and relaxed, and began to piss. She closed her 
eyes tight and started to swallow, and swallow, and 
swallow. When I was done, I told her she could stop. She 
let my cock slide out of her mouth with a gasp of relief. 

"Did you like that, Ronni?" I asked her. "Tell the 
truth." 

She gave a choking little half sob. Then, in a very quiet 
voice, she said, "Nuh no..." She paused, and then, even 
more quietly, added, "...yes..." 

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Ronni, I will never 
piss in your mouth again unless you want me to. I love 
pissing in your mouth and having you swallow it, but I 
will never do it again without your permission. Can I 
have your permission?" 

She looked up at me with wet eyes... and sniffled... and 
after ten seconds or so, she gulped and nodded her head. 
"Please..." she said, flushing a deep red but not looking 
away. "Puh please pee in my mouth. I... I like it. I like 
swallowing it. It... it tuh tastes good." 

"So, from now on, if I'm with you and I find I have to go 
pee, I should...?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows. 

"Do it in my mouth," she said, promptly, blinking her big 
wet eyes. "Please.... Just tell me and I'll get on my 
knees and you can pee right in my mouth." 

"Okay," I said. "And Ronni, if we're ever together, or 
for that matter, if you're by yourself, and you find you 
suddenly want to suck on my cock, I want you to tell me. 
If we're together, I want you to ask me if you can. If 
you're alone or with someone else, I want you to call me 
and ask. Okay?" 

She blinked. "Yes... I will," she said. "But what if I 
want to suck it all the time?" 

"Then you beg me to let you," I told her. "I like it when 
you beg." 

"Oh," she said. After a second, she said, "I like it when 
I beg, too...." She paused again, then said, "Can I suck 
it again now? Please?" 

"No, baby," I said pleasantly. "Now I'm going to fuck you 
in the ass." 

She groaned, but she had to have known it was coming. 
"All right," she whispered, finally. "I... I will 
willingly let you do that. Whenever you want. I... I'm a 
butt slut, too. I'm a cocksucking cum-eating piss-
drinking butt slut."

"But first," I said, "I'm going to turn you into Asleep 
Ronni again."

Her eyes went very wide. "But," she said, in a whisper, 
"but you promised." 

I ran my thumb over her wet cheek. "I know, baby. But I 
have to turn you into Asleep Ronni to take all my mind 
control programs out of you, you see?"

She closed her eyes and gave a little sob. "Yes," she 
said, "thank you, Damien, please, thank you..." She 
looked up at me. "Will I remember everything?"

"Yes, baby," I told her tenderly. Well, I thought, maybe 
not everything... 

She groaned. "Okay," she said, after a second. "Guh... 
good." She blinked up at me again. "Cuh... can I pluh 
please... I'll do anything you wuh want... buh but... can 
I pluh please not dress like a slut in public any more?"

"You are a slut, baby," I told her gently. "Shouldn't you 
dress like one?"

"Oh," she sobbed, as if I'd struck her across the face. 
After a second, she said "That's true," and hung her 
head. "I'm a slut. I suck cock. I eat cum. I drink piss. 
I get fucked in my cunt and my ass. I guh get beaten up 
whenever my muh master wants..." She gave in to deep 
racking sobs for several seconds.

I let her cry for a little while, then took her hand and 
whispered the code word. I quickly told Asleep Ronni that 
from now on, she and all the other Ronni's were going to 
become part of Real Ronni, and not be separate people any 
more. There would only be one Ronni, who would remember 
everything, and not be subject to my physical or mental 
control any more... who could choose to do whatever she 
liked.

Asleep Ronni smiled up at me. "Yes, Damien," she said, 
happily. "I will choose to be your whore. Mmmmmm. Thank 
you for making me into what I needed to be, Damien."

"There's one thing, though," I told her, and quickly gave 
her a few other instructions. She nodded her head 
thoughtfully. 

I smiled, knelt down and kissed Asleep Ronni good bye, 
and then woke Ronni up as herself for the first time in 
quite a while. 

She looked up at me, not crying now. I saw her flex her 
fingers wonderingly. "Suh say the code word, Damien," she 
asked me, in a questioning voice.

I smiled, and said the code word that would previously 
have turned her into Asleep Ronni. Ronni listened to it, 
obviously trying to feel if her attitude changed in any 
way. "Now the other one," she said, "puh please, 
Damien... the Fuck Toy one."

I said the Fuck Toy codeword. Then I said, "Ronni, punch 
yourself hard in the face."

As Fuck Toy Ronni, she would have immediately obeyed me. 
Now, with the hypnotic commands removed from her 
subconscious, she just looked up at me with her eyes 
wide, and said, "Really, Damien? Um... okay..." She 
clenched her fist and raised it up, trembling, at arm's 
length in front of her face, one eye squinted closed, 
flinching back from it. "I... where in the face, 
Damien...?"

"Don't bother, sweetie," I said. "I'm just showing you 
that there are no Fuck Toy or Asleep modes built into you 
any more. Your behavior is now completely unconditioned. 
You can do whatever you want. You can never see me again. 
Dress however you want. Call the police on me. Whatever."

She ran her tongue around her lips, as if testing her 
ability to do so, then looked up at me. Her face crumpled 
inward a bit. "Buh but... Damien... I'm... I'm still yuh 
yours, right? Are yuh you... sending me away?"

I smiled and reached down and cradled her head between my 
hands. "Do you want to be mine, babygirl?"

She closed her eyes and gave a contented little puppy 
whimper and settled her head into my hands. "Doesn't 
matter," she said. "I AM yours, Damien. Always. Always 
yours. Your slave and slut and fuck toy and baby sister 
and little girl and property. You can beat me. Fuck me. 
Cum in me. Give me to your friends. Piss on me. Kill me. 
I'm yours."

I smiled at her. "Mmmm good, sweetie. Now... do something 
for me?"

She looked up at me eagerly. I took my hands gently away 
from her face. "Yes, Damien?" she said, her eyes 
sparkling.

"Punch yourself in the face," I said, "hard." I touched 
her cheek, gently, with my forefinger. "Right here."

She cringed, but said, levelly, "Yes, Damien," made a 
fist, and belted herself hard in the face. Then she 
started crying, but very quietly, looking up at me the 
whole time, rubbing her cheek with her fingers.

I smiled. "Who owns that face, Ronni?"

She whimpered. "You own my face.... It's yours. Darling. 
Sweetheart. Big brother. Muh master."

I patted her head. "Who owns YOU, Ronni?"

She moaned. "You do.... my darling big brother and mate 
and master. You own me. I belong to you."

"Stand up, get the rest of your clothes off, and bend 
over your desk, slut," I ordered her.

She quickly jumped to her feet and skinned out of her 
jeans, breathing so hard she was nearly hyper ventilating 
now. "Oh god," she gasped breathily, "oh god... oh, 
please..." I don't think even she knew what she was 
asking for. After kicking her jeans off her feet, she 
slid her panties down and off and then stood up, standing 
there, watching me look at her nude body. 

"You're beautiful, Ronni," I told her, my eyes running 
lovingly and lustfully up and down her naked figure. 

She flushed. "I'm glad you think your slave slut sister 
is beautiful, Damien," she whispered. "Are you going to 
fuck me in the ass now...?"

"Do you want my cock in your ass, Ronni?" I asked her.

"Yes, please," she said immediately, and then sobbed. 

"Then bend over your desk, baby," I said. "Reach back and 
pull your cheeks apart. And tell me why you want my cock 
up your ass, doll." 

"Oh," she said, immediately bending over her desk, 
pulling her cheeks apart, wiggling her ass at me 
provocatively, and starting to cry softly again. "Because 
I love you..." she said, sobbing as I started to work my 
new erection up into her tight ass. 



Chapter 3: THE NEXT LEVEL


Ronni and I were sitting on the quad... or rather, I was 
sitting, with my back against a tree, and she was lying 
in front of me with her head in my lap, looking up at me 
as I played with her hair and lightly rubbed my 
fingertips over her face... around 1 p.m. on a Tuesday. A 
class had just gotten out and there were kids milling all 
around us, mostly ignoring us, although quite a few 
looked over at Ronni, since she was wearing one of the 
'slut' outfits I'd started forcing her to dress in over 
the past several months.

Prior to the last few days, of course, Ronni had done it 
in response to a post hypnotic suggestion she really 
wasn't aware of, but now she knew all about that, and 
kept doing it because I made her. She found it 
embarrassing, but I think she liked that. Which didn't 
really matter, since I knew I did.

Today she was wearing a very short black leather mini 
skirt... Ronni had never owned a miniskirt in her life, 
so I'd taken her shopping with her daddy's credit card... 
and a lacey bustier that I expect, most likely, had never 
been intended to be worn by itself, but which looked 
frankly great on her, since the center of it didn't quite 
meet across her tits and the only thing holding it closed 
was crisscrossing laces that let quite a lot of her 
cleavage show through.

I'd been making her wear her auburn hair down lately 
instead of in the little girl's pigtails she'd used to 
favor, and I wasn't letting her wear her glasses when she 
was with me any more, either... and the visual change was 
really amazing. I'd always thought Ronni was a babe but 
before I'd started hypnotizing her she'd done her best to 
hide it, and even with the post hypnotic compulsion, her 
heart hadn't really been in dressing trashy... she'd just 
worn tighter, skimpier clothing because that's what I'd 
'suggested' she do.

Now that she'd surrendered all control of herself to me 
in every little detail, I was having a lot of fun 
dressing her up every morning like a big sexy doll. Which 
was actually what she was; a human Barbie doll who 
happened to be my favorite toy. 

Those who looked carefully could most likely have seen 
that Ronni not only wasn't wearing panties under the 
skirt (all underwear was forbidden unless I specifically 
told her to wear it), but she'd shaved her pussy for me, 
too. Some of them were clearly looking carefully as they 
went by, and Ronni's face was beet red as she realized 
it. 

Ronni had had classes all morning, but I'd been making 
her skip a lot of them over the past few days to spend 
more time with me. It was going to fuck up her grades and 
probably piss her parents off, but I honestly didn't 
care. Ronni belonged to me... she was my personal 
property, by her own willing admission, and since she was 
of legal age to make her own decisions, and certainly 
didn't need a college degree to be my personal sperm 
bank, it didn't matter whether she flunked all her 
classes or not.

I hadn't bothered to explain that to her, just told her 
to shut up when she complained to me about all the 
classes she'd missed. Ronni is a smart girl... much 
smarter than she lets people see, or even acknowledges to 
herself... and I'm sure she'd figured out by then that 
her GPA was no longer important in her life. 

I noticed that her legs had gradually, probably without 
her conscious control, edged closed under the impact of 
people's inquisitive stares. "Spread your legs again, 
baby," I told her sweetly, running my fingers through her 
hair. "Don't be shy. They get to look, but not touch."

She flushed even darker but obediently let her legs slip 
apart again. She moved her head in my lap, seemingly a 
random shift, but I knew she was actually rubbing my hard 
cock with the back of her neck, through my jeans. "Can't 
we go inside?" she said, in her little girl voice. 
"Please? I'm... I'm getting' kinda hungry." She looked up 
at me with her big hazel eyes. "Please? And... um... 
thuh... thirsty, too..." She blushed beet red and looked 
down, and then whispered, "...and... and you could do 
stuff to me, too..."

I smiled down at her and touched her snub little 
peasant's nose with my forefinger. "Do stuff to you? 
Whatever to you mean, Little Miss Ronni? I thought you 
were sweet and innocent and saving yourself for your 
husband."

She blinked her eyes several times... Ronni is really a 
sweet girl, but doesn't understand my sense of humor 
well... and then, after a second, smiled kind of timidly. 
"Um... I... um..." She was obviously confused by my 
remark. Finally, she said in a very shy voice "I'm not 
very sweet and innocent any more, I guess." Her hands 
slid down her sides, caressing herself almost sensuously, 
and squeezed her asscheeks through her leather skirt, 
almost unconsciously. "I can still feel you in my butt 
from this morning," she said earnestly.

"You could do that to me again, if you wanted." She 
licked her lips, without being aware of it, I'm sure, and 
grimaced at the same time. "Or... or you could... guh 
give me something to drink..." This last in a tiny, 
utterly ashamed little voice, that couldn't completely 
hide the tone of eagerness in it. 

"Now, Ronni," I said, with a sigh, caressing the curve of 
her ear with my fingertips as she shivered, "didn't I 
tell you if you wanted something... something specific... 
you were supposed to ask me, very specifically?"

"Yuh yes," she said, in a tiny little girl voice, "yes... 
yes, darling..." She looked up at me again. "Cuh can... 
can I pluh please... drink your puh pee... sweetheart?" 
Her tongue tip came out and ran around her lips as she 
blinked up at me. 

I smiled down at her. "I don't really need to piss right 
now, baby, but you know that when I do, you are my urinal 
of choice." I ran my thumb over her lips and she 
shuddered, then licked it. "I could make you turn over 
and start sucking me off right here," I said. "I usually 
need to piss after I cum, so..."

"Oh," she said, a tremble going through her. "Um... that 
would... uh... please... please don't..." She rolled her 
eyes right and left, looking around at the crowds of kids 
still wandering across the various sidewalks on their way 
to classes. "We'd get arrested," she said, wonderingly. 

"You'd do it if I told you to," I said, tightening my 
fingers on a lock of her hair and tugging it sharply. 

"Ouch!" she yipped, and rolled her eyes up at me. "Yes," 
she said, after a second, "I would, of course I would, I 
have to, you own me..." She trembled again, and closed 
her eyes, and pushed herself against me, trying to burrow 
her shoulders deeper into my lap. "But please don't. 
Um... we can go find a' empty classroom an' I will..." 
She sounded imploring now. "Please, honey, Damien, big 
brother, please, I'd like that, I'd love that, take me 
inside somewhere and... and make me... do things..."

"Hmph," I said, pinching her earlobe with my fingernails 
to watch her jump. "That's no fun. Give me a kiss."

She immediately sat up, slid her arms around my neck, and 
began kissing me enthusiastically, starting to moan into 
my mouth within seconds as she offered me her tongue. 
Ronni isn't the greatest kisser yet, although she's 
improved a lot, and she puts a lot of effort into it. I 
closed my eyes and enjoyed her attentions, sucking on her 
tongue, then pushing it back into her mouth with mine, 
and exploring her mouth thoroughly for a minute or so 
under the tree. 

Finally, she pulled her mouth away from mine a few inches 
and in a very eager to please voice, asked me "Was that 
good?" She made a puppy dog whimper, then said "Darling 
Damien?"

"Very nice," I said, stroking her hair. "I like kissing 
you. But you know, I'll bet if you just kept my cock 
swallowed up all the time, we couldn't be arrested for 
indecent exposure, because nobody could see anything 
except your head in my lap."

She stared at me, obviously unable to see if I was 
kidding or not. Her lower lip trembled. After a few 
seconds, she said, doubtfully, "All right... if you 
think..." She glanced around again, obviously very 
nervous, but then nestled her head into my lap again, 
face towards my crotch, and began unzipping me, trying to 
be very surreptitious about it. 

I rubbed her neck, enjoying her fear and obvious 
humiliation, then, just as she was slipping her hand into 
my open fly to pull my dick out, said "Well, we could go 
back to my place and do something else instead, if you 
wanted."

She looked up at me, her small, soft hand inside my 
zipper, relief on her face. "Oh, yes, please, let's go 
back to your house, please?" Her fingers had found my 
cock and were holding it inside my pants. "I'll suck you 
all you want there, all day, you can cum in my mouth over 
and over, and I'll be your little toilet girl..." She was 
licking her lips. "I... I really WANT some pee now, 
Damien, PLEASE!"

"I said, we could do something ELSE," I told her. 
"Something... mmmm... something we haven't done yet."

"Oh," she said, blinking at me, her voice all small 
again.

"Or you can just start sucking," I said, helpfully.

She licked her lips and rolled her eyes back and forth, 
looking around again. "Um... do something else? At your 
house? Please?"

I smiled. "Don't you even want to know what it is?"

She looked visibly hesitant. "Um... um..." Obviously, she 
was at a loss as to what I could possibly do to her I 
hadn't done already. "Well... if you want to do it to me, 
you will anyway... I mean... I have to let you... so..." 
She closed her eyes and gave a little whimper. "Um... 
tell me? Big brother? Sweetheart? Angel? Tuh tell your 
baby sister? Please?"

I smiled and caressed her cheek and under her chin 
gently, as if she were a cat. "Well... have you ever been 
tortured, Ronni?"

She clenched her eyes tightly for a moment and shuddered. 
"Uh... of course, duh darling... you buh beat me all the 
tuh time." She opened her eyes and rubbed her cheek 
against the back of my hand. "It's okay, though, it is; 
I'm yours and... and I kind of luh like it. At least yuh 
you don't hit me in the fuh face much any more..."

"No," I said, smiling, "you've been very good lately, and 
you have a very pretty face, Ronni. Do you really like it 
when I beat your body?"

She moaned and shuddered against me. "Hurts," she said, 
finally, "buh but... I like it when yuh you touch me... 
uh... and I like... buh bruises and muh marks... you give 
me..." She looked up at me intently. "You could take me 
into an empty classroom and beat me some more right now, 
Damien. Dah Darling... I...I can always use another 
beating... I think I'm getting good at taking them... 
and... I like having yuh your marks on me..." She leaned 
up and began kissing me lightly all over my face... the 
tip of my nose, my cheeks, my chin, my eyebrows. "You own 
me," she breathed, as she did it, in between soft pecks. 
"I'm yours. I... pluh please... beat me, Damien... ruh 
rape all my huh holes... pee in my mouth... 
pleeeeeeease..."

I pushed her head down with a chuckle and kissed the 
crown of it as she snuggled into my chest. "Mmmm I love 
it when you beg, sweetslut. And I do like seeing bruises 
on you that I put there. But that's just a beating. I 
mean real torture... tying you up, whipping you, using 
tools on you, writing on you with razors, stretching your 
nipples and holes, cramming you full of things... you 
know, really getting serious about hurting you bad. Not 
just with my hands."

She looked up at me, her lips trembling. Her eyes went 
wide and her face went pale. I smiled... 

Half an hour later, I had Ronni out in the old, unused 
garage that had come with the house I rent just off 
campus. Ronni had seemed very nervous, almost to the 
point of open fear, as we'd walked the ten blocks or so 
to my place, but she'd been careful to be solicitous and 
physically affectionate, keeping our fingers intertwined 
in the romantic way she knows I like, occasionally 
squeezing my hand, and when we stopped at corners to wait 
for traffic, putting her arms around my neck and leaning 
up to kiss me briefly. Her lips trembled pleasantly under 
mine when she did that. I put her free hand on my hard 
cock and made her rub it through my jeans for most of the 
walk, too. 

Ronni had seemed even more trepidatious when I'd guided 
her out to the garage instead of leading her into the 
house, but she hadn't resisted at all. I'd had to force 
the door beside the big, closed vehicle door open, even 
though I'd had a key for the garage on the ring my 
landlord had given me when I'd rented the house. I hadn't 
been surprised at all to find the electricity in the 
garage wasn't hooked up... I'd have to bring out some 
battery powered lamps if I wanted to mess with Ronni out 
there at night... but the old, dirty windows, high up in 
the wooden walls and set in the big closed sliding car 
access door, let in enough bright daylight for my 
purposes right then. 

The inside of the garage was frankly filthy, covered in 
dust and dirty old cobwebs that almost obscured the 
scattering of... well... garage junk... the kind you can 
find in any old, unused garage that has been closed up 
for years. An old, obviously hand made, wooden table was 
off to the side along one wall, covered in vague, dusty 
shaped suggestive of old tools. Yellowed stacks of 
newspaper were piled up in a rear corner.

There was an old, beaten up, gas powered mower shoved 
against the left side of the garage, with its rubber 
handled pull cord lying coiled like an old dirty snake on 
top of the motor. Rusty tools, chains, things that looked 
like leather belts or straps from an engine, and lengths 
of rubber tubing hung from pegs on the wall above the 
tool bench.

From the beams crossing the ceiling, a bare light bulb 
hung down on the end of a long, frayed electrical cord, 
and next to it, a rusty chain with a hook in the end hung 
down a few feet further towards the dirty, oil stained 
cement floor. Coiled on the tool chest I could see a 
long, faded orange, heavy duty extension cord. 

"Strip," I'd told Ronni absently, almost ignoring her as 
I went over to the tool bench and started brushing dust 
off the obscured objects I could see lying there. I 
quickly uncovered an old rust-covered claw hammer, a 
small, two pound, short handled sledge, a cluster of 
screwdrivers of various sizes with different sorts of 
handles, a rusty file with a long wooden handle and, 
oddly, a bright yellow plastic-sheathe box cutter. I 
moved the button on the side up with my thumb and was 
surprised to see a shiny and still sharp razor edge 
protrude from the end. Hmmmm. Interesting.

I turned and looked as Ronni made a little whimpering 
sound. She'd obeyed me, or started to; taking the bustier 
off, she had folded it once and was looking around, 
cringing from the dirty surroundings, obviously reluctant 
to put it down anywhere in the filthy garage. I sighed 
and slid my backpack off and handed it to her. "Put your 
clothes in here," I told her, as she took it gratefully, 
nodding her head.

As always when I see Ronni's tits naked for the first 
time in a while, a little throb of desire went through my 
groin. Ronni has beautiful, sexy tits; big, shapely and 
firm, which they certainly should be, since she won't be 
19 until next November. Her nipples are oval shaped, dark 
pink shading to brown, and about an inch across, and 
erect nicely to light pink nubs in the center when I get 
her turned on... which lately, hasn't been difficult to 
do.

Standing there in just her ballet slippers and black 
leather mini, with her long, recently washed hair down, 
nearly naked against the backdrop of that filthy garage, 
she looked like an advertisement for a gangbang. Well, I 
had something even better in mind for her.

"Do you..." She looked at me, and licked her lips 
nervously. "Um... do you really have to..." She stopped, 
flushing red, then went on, stammering in her fear, "tuh 
tah... torture me? I... I'll... I'll duh do anything you 
want..."

I smiled and stepped over to her, put my arm around her 
waist, and kissed her forehead. "I know, baby. I'm not 
mad at you or anything. You're a good girl. A wonderful 
slave. An amazing baby sister. I love you so much, 
sweetie."

She looked up at me, her eyes full of tears. "Thank you," 
she said. "Darling. Dear Damien. Big brother..." She 
rubbed her cheek against my upper chest for a second. 
Then she sobbed a little and looked down. "Buh but... 
then... wuh why do you... wuh why are you guh gonna... 
tor... torture me?" She was trembling in the circle of my 
arm, but I was gratified to see she wasn't making the 
slightest effort to pull away from me. 

I shrugged. "I just want to," I said, unable to explain. 
She was in my power, completely; I could take her in any 
way I wanted... she had surrendered to me completely, and 
had started to truly revel in her degradation. I felt a 
need to keep pushing... keep finding new ways to 
humiliate and use her. But I couldn't explain that then. 
"I just..." I shook my head. "I don't know, Ronni. But I 
want to." 

She bit her lower lip and blinked; a tear spilled down 
her cheek. "Is... is it 'cuz... I wuh wouldn't... suck 
you on the quad?" she asked, very solemnly. "I... I will 
now. We can go back. I'll drink your pee there if you 
want." Her voice got a little petulant at that. "I wanted 
to drink your pee, Damien... if you'd just told me to I 
woulda."

I chuckled. "You would have sucked me on the quad, too, 
Ronni," I told her. "You know you would have."

She hung her head. "I know," she said. "I would have. 
I... I didn't want to... but I would have if you'd told 
me to." She looked up at me. "I will now. Let's go back 
there. I'll suck you all day right under that tree."

I frowned and she flinched, but didn't draw away. "You 
said," I told her. "You said you'd rather come back here 
and let me do something else. And you begged me to tell 
you what something else was, and I did, and you still 
came back here."

She worked her teeth over her lower lip, staring up at me 
with big, glimmering eyes. "I know," she said, finally. 
"But I..." She blinked several more times, then looked 
down. "Okay. Okay." She sighed and seemed to slump down 
against me. "If you wanna... if... then... tuh... Torture 
me." She looked up at me. Tears were spilling down both 
cheeks now as she blinked at me. "If you want to."

I hugged her against me. "I do, baby. I would anyway, but 
thank you for letting me." I tilted her chin up and 
looked her in the eye. "You know that if you'd said no, I 
would have brought you back here and done it anyway?"

She looked at me and blinked, a tear tracking down each 
cheek out of each eye as she did it. "Yes, big brother," 
she whispered. "You will do as you please with your 
slutty baby sister slave no matter what I try to say or 
do about it. I know that."

I kissed her on the forehead again. "Good. Now take the 
rest of your clothes off."

"Okay," she said, dully, as I let her go. I'd seen 
something over her shoulder, in the corner behind the 
tool bench, as we'd been talking, and I walked over there 
now. Something orange, and long... hmmmm. Yes, there was 
a pile of old, disassembled traffic barriers back 
there... basically sawhorses, with orange stripes and 
CAUTION painted on them in big yellow letters. God knows 
what they were doing there, but they'd be perfect for 
what I had in mind, along with some of the cords I'd seen 
lying around. Yeah. Perfect.

I pulled out some of the traffic barrier pieces and 
assembled one in the center of the dirty garage floor. As 
I finished, I turned and saw Ronni fastidiously zipping 
up the side of my backpack again, completely naked except 
for her slippers... a disobedience I decided to overlook; 
the floor really was filthy. She looked amazingly hot, 
especially her new, bare pussy. She saw me looking at her 
and blushed again, but stood up straight the way I'd 
taught her, tits out and legs spread. 

"Put that down and come here, baby," I said, gently, 
reaching down and picking up the puller cord from the top 
of the lawnmower. 

She came over docilely enough, looking at my preparations 
with eyes so large they almost seemed to glow in the dim, 
dusty light of the garage. I was a little surprised to 
find that her breaths were a little harsh as she came 
over to me. She didn't say anything, just listened, and 
let me move her around like a toy, which she knows I 
enjoy. I bent her forward over the traffic barrier, using 
cords to tie her wrists on the outside of her legs, just 
below her knees. She groaned a little as I forced her to 
bend further forward than was comfortable for her, the 
dirty, splintery board digging into her soft belly a bit, 
and then grunted again each time I tightened the cords 
around her wrists and upper calves. 

"Too tight?" I asked her, solicitously. 

"Yes," she whimpered. "Hurts."

"Mmmm," I said, unzipping and taking my hard cock out and 
rubbing it through her hair and against the back of her 
neck, making her shiver. "Good." I made a mental note to 
loosen her bonds every few minutes, though; didn't need 
gangrene. 

I looked down at her with satisfaction. Her ass was up 
and out, but I needed to spread her legs more. I moved 
behind her and nudged her feet further apart with each of 
my own feet. She groaned as that forced her to settle 
harder onto the board against her tummy and put strain on 
her thigh muscles. I knelt down and tied her ankles to 
the inverted V supports at either end of the traffic 
barrier to hold her in place.

Now her ass was up naturally spread for me, and her 
shaved cunt was well exposed. I could take her any way I 
liked, although I'd have to yank her head up by the hair 
and hold it at an uncomfortable angle for her to use her 
mouth... which seemed to fit in well with the whole idea. 
Yes, this was nice. I didn't have optimum access to her 
tits or belly or the inside of her thighs, but I could 
hang her from the hook on the ceiling chain later... this 
would do to start with.

I walked back around in front of Ronni. She struggled to 
bring her head up so she could look at me but in the 
position she was tied into, it was nearly impossible. Her 
long hair was hanging down in her face, anyway. I wanted 
her to be able to see me, if only a little, so I took her 
hair and used some rubber bands in my pocket to knot it 
in a club behind her head. "Ready?" I said softly, my 
hands lightly caressing her ears and the sides of her jaw 
as she strained to look up at me. 

"Wuh..." Her cheeks were tear streaked as she tried to 
keep her gaze on mine. "What are you guh gonna do?"

I smiled and let go of her head, stepping back, reaching 
out and picking up a leather and canvas strap that had 
probably, at one time, been the fan belt for a large 
truck. "Oh," I said, quietly, relishing the look on her 
face as she saw me draw the strap through my hands 
sensuously, "bad things, Ronni. Very, very bad things."

I looked back at her, and said, gently, "Would you rather 
be Asleep Ronni for this, hon? You're a good subject for 
hypnosis. I can put those key commands back in, in a 
heartbeat, especially if you let me. That way you'd enjoy 
this..."

She moaned and struggled to look up at me. "Thuh thank 
you," she said, finally, "buh but you enjoy me more wuh 
when I'm... wuh willing and not... mind controlled."

I said, quietly, "And are you willing?"

She gave a little sobbing sound, but said, "Yuh yes, 
darling... I... I'm so scared... but I'm yuh your 
property wuh willingly. Duh do whatever you want with 
me."

"Sweetie," I said. "I adore you." I smiled. "But that was 
just what I wanted to hear, wasn't it? Are you willing?"

She whimpered, then I saw her head sag even more. She 
whispered "No, I hate this, I... I don't want you to... 
I'd stuh stop you if I cuh could... but..."

"But you can't," I said, smiling wider.

"Nuh no," she said, head still way down. "I'm yuh yours, 
even... even if I duh don't want to buh be..."

I started with her back. I told her firmly to put her 
head down, and used the fan belt to lash her bare back 
and shoulders about ten times, slowly, aiming carefully, 
reddening up her entire back. Dust flew up with the first 
few muted whacks against her back, and Ronni grunted with 
each impact, but didn't scream for me, which was 
thoughtful of her, given how close our nearest neighbors 
lived. 

The strap didn't break the skin, and although it reddened 
her back nicely, I watched over the course of a minute 
and the marks started to fade. No permanent bruising with 
this thing, it was too broad and light. Hmmm. I didn't 
know if I wanted to mark her up... welts, maybe. I'd need 
something narrower for that. 

"Tell me how bad that was," I said, walking over to the 
tool bench and looking at the various straps and cords 
hanging from the pegs over it. 

"Um.." Ronni's voice was choked and breathy, but after a 
second, she said, "Um... hurts... hurts bad... but... nuh 
not... TOO bad..."

"Like a spanking from daddy?" I suggested, helpfully. 

"My daddy never spanked me," Ronni said solemnly. "Buh 
but... I guh guess so..." She paused. "Yuh your fists 
hurt a little more when you puh punch me actually." She 
paused, then said, almost all in one breath, "Damien-you-
could-take-me-in-the-house-and-punch-me-all-over-beat-me-
up-good-please-please-pleeeeeeeazzzzzzz..."

"Well," I said, reaching up to take down a limp rubber 
inner tube that had once probably gone in a bike tire, 
"Sorry, cuddle puppy, but I'm afraid I'm just going to 
hurt you more than that."

She made a whimpering sound, then said, softly, "I nuh 
know."

I moved around behind her, and smacked the rubber inner 
tube into my palm. More a crack! than a whack!... hmmm... 
and a definite sting there. Probably wouldn't break the 
skin... "You know," I said, "I just realized our 
neighbors will be at work right now, so you can scream if 
you want." Then I brought my arm back and laid that inner 
tube across Ronni's sexy ass with a CRACK!

"AAAHHHHOOOOWWWWWW!" Ronni screamed, obviously surprised 
by the stinging blaze of agony that must have shot 
through her. 

"Mmmm," I said. "That sounds nice. Scream more." I lashed 
her again with it, and she obeyed me nicely, screaming 
for me even louder. I paused, savoring it, and she gasped 
"Ohmygod please, please, don't hit me with that ohmyGOD 
thatreallyHURTS..."

"Oh, yeah," I said, and started lashing her ass in 
earnest, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! Ronni's screams 
blended into each other, interrupted only with little 
hitching gasps for breath, as I beat her ass with the 
inner tube. Her buttocks were criss-crossed with stripes 
so red they nearly glowed in the dim light when I stopped 
to rest my aching arm. Ronni's breath was coming in big 
sobbing gulps and she was crying hard, gasping and 
gulping and snorting and shivering with pain. "Oh 
godgodgod ohmyGOD oh please don't don't DON'T..." she 
gibbered, after I stopped lashing her for a moment, "oh 
SHIT that hurts that hurts that HURTS..."

Ronni hardly ever swears, so I realized that must really, 
REALLY hurt. 

"Baby," I said, caressing her fiercely welted up ass 
gently with my fingertips, "Torture is SUPPOSED to hurt." 
I shook my head and sighed. "And I haven't even gotten to 
your titties or pussy yet."

I could hear her starting to sob. I patted her back, 
feeling her tremble and shake under my hand as she wept 
uncontrollably. Finally, after a minute or so, she said 
"Oh, please, please, I don't wanna, please, I'll do 
anything, you can make me, please, just don't, please, 
don't hurt me, pleeeeeeease..."

I walked around in front of her and knelt down so I could 
look her in the eyes. She kept sobbing, but stopped 
pleading nonstop as I did. After a second, though, she 
blinked and said, her voice choked with tears and phlegm 
"....please?"

I touched her wet cheek lightly. "So... you really don't 
like it? Not even a tiny little bit?"

She blinked at me. "It... it hurts," she said, very 
quietly, in an almost wondering tone. "Oh... oh my god... 
it... it really hurts."

I tilted my face to the side and kissed her mouth very 
gently. "I know, sweetie," I said. "I know it hurts. And 
you really, really don't like it? Because if you really 
don't like it, not even a little bit, then we'll stop and 
go inside and I'll just rape you and beat you up for a 
while. Because I know you like that, don't you?"

She blinked at me for a second, several times. Then she 
said, "Yuh... yes... I luh like it when yuh you... ruh 
rape me..." She looked like that was going to make her 
cry, too. "...and beat me up..."

"Okay," I said. "Tell me you don't like it at all when I 
torture you like this, and I'll untie you and we'll go 
inside." I paused. "Or I'll turn you into Asleep Ronni or 
Fuck Toy Ronni, and you won't remember any of this when I 
turn you back into 'real' Ronni."

She looked at me. Bit her lower lip. Pursed her lips out 
in a pout. Then said, "Ruh really? Yuh you won't be muh 
mad at me?"

I kissed her mouth softly again. "Baby, I never get mad 
at you. You're my play toy. You do anything I want. Why 
would I get mad at you?"

She closed her eyes and was quiet for several seconds. 
Then, finally, she said, "Buh... but you like huh hurting 
me?"

I stroked her cheek and neck, gently. "Yes, angel. Yes, I 
really do. It's nice. It's like..." I stopped, and 
searched for words. "It's like you are totally in my 
power. My property. Completely... mine. To do with as I 
please. Totally surrendered to me... just a thing for me 
to... a toy for me to play with. Anyway I want." 

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Yuh yes," she 
said, very voice barely a whisper. "I... I am."

"So say it," I told her. "Just tell me you don't like it, 
even a tiny little bit, and we'll go inside."

She closed her eyes tightly, and after a second, a sob 
burst up from her throat and out through her lips. 
"Owww," she moaned. "Ohhhh it hurts SO bad..."

"Here, babygirl," I said, and reached for her hand. "I'll 
make you into Asleep Ronni..."

"Nuh no," she stammered. "No, please don't."

I looked at her. She licked her lips. "I..." She 
hesitated, then forced herself to say it. "I... luh like 
it... puh please." She stopped, licked her lips again, 
and went on. "I'mmm yuh yours... your toy... your thing 
tuh to pluh play with."

I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, then her mouth 
again, quick happy little pecks. "Really?"

She shuddered on the traffic barrier, then said in a low 
voice, "You nuh know I am." Then, very quietly, "pluh 
please... please torture me more. Please....?"

Well, when a beautiful naked girl in a helpless position 
asks you to torture her PLEASE, what can you do?

Her tits were hanging down like melons, and so beautiful. 
I'd kept her arms well spread so I could get access, 
binding her forearms to the outside of her thighs. I 
reached out and slapped both her tits, whacking each of 
them hard enough to leave a red hand print, hard enough 
to make loud clapping noises in the garage. She gasped, 
then whimpered. Compared to the tune up I'd just given 
her ass, that was nothing, but Ronni is shy about her 
tits. 

I pinched her nipples hard with my fingernails, making 
her cry out, more in surprise than pain, I think. Then I 
twisted them hard, digging my fingers into them. "OH!" 
she whimpered. "OHHHHH god THAT hurts..." Her voice had a 
wondering tone in it, though, as if she couldn't believe 
how it really felt. 

I said, softly, almost absently as I rubbed her nipples 
between my thumbs and forefingers, "You know, Ronni, I 
love these tits. I'd really love to torture them. I'd 
like to use a razor blade to play tic tac toe on one. 
Maybe stretch the nipples out all nice and long with some 
clothespins and string. Or use this inner tube on them... 
or maybe a car antennae. Would you like that, Ronni? Some 
nice titty torture for you?"

"OhmyGOD," she said, her voice tiny, disbelieving. "Oh 
god... oh god... ruh really? Yuh you wuh want to... 
to..." She stopped and gave a little hitching gasp. 
"Oh... oh..." She paused, let her head hang down... then 
lifted it again, straining hard against her position, 
lifting her chin, trying to thrust her chest out. "Okay," 
she sobbed, fresh tears running down her cheeks. "Okay, 
okay... if you want to..."

"You are so sweet," I said. "Mmmm I have to cum, baby. 
May I use your mouth, please?"

"Oh," she said, eyes going wide, as if she'd forgotten 
that I might want sex, in addition to just hurting her. 
"Oh, yes, sure, of course..." She opened her mouth wide 
and let her tongue slip out. "Aaaaahhhhh," she said, 
waiting for me to put my dick in her mouth.

I frowned. She must have seen it, she said immediately, 
"What? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." 
She looked almost frantic.

I sighed. "I don't know, baby. It's more fun raping you 
if you're not so willing."

She paused and looked thoughtful. "Um... oh. Uh... 
okay..." She lowered her head for a second. 

Then she looked up at me. Her eyes were full of tears 
again and her lips were trembling as she sobbed. "Oh God 
please don't make me... I don't want to suck it, it's 
nasty, I'm not a little whore, please..."

I sighed again. It was nice of her, and she was a pretty 
good actress, but it wasn't the SAME. "I'm sorry, Ronni," 
I said. "This just isn't working for me."

I reached down, took a handful of her hair, and said 
"Super-override Veronica Elizabeth". 

She stiffened, then went limp. After a second, I heard 
her say, "Damien? What.. what is happening to me?"

"You're in a hypnotic trance, Ronni," I told her. "A 
programming trance. You can remember everything we've 
ever done together. I put one code word in you, so I 
could do this if taking them all out didn't work."

"Oh," she said, dully and miserably. "I see, Damien..." 
She paused. "Why do I feel so strange, Damien?"

I laughed. "You mean aside from the torture?"

She moaned, but then said, "Yes... Damien... aside from 
the torture. Why do I feel so strange?"

I patted her head. "Because in this mode, you are now 
emotionally and psychologically exactly the way you used 
to be before I ever hypnotized you. You remember 
everything I've ever done to and with you, but your 
feelings and thoughts are what they used to be."

I heard her sob. "But I... but..." I could see tears 
dripping to the floor. "Buh but Damien... I... I was 
learning to luh like buh being..."

"Yeah," I said, "I know. You were getting into it. That 
was getting boring for me."

She sobbed harder, several times. Then, finally, she 
asked, "So... you... you want to ruh rape and tuh torture 
me... this way... now? Suh so... I won't like it?"

I sighed. "Listen carefully, Ronni. Remember Fuck Toy 
Ronni? Well, that is who you are now, again."

Ronni moaned as if I'd struck her. "All Fuck Toy Ronni 
programming, including key words, is now back in place," 
I said, firmly. "You must obey any physical commands I 
give you. You will never do anything to endanger me. But 
your thoughts and feelings are what they would naturally 
be about these horribly depraved things I force you to 
do. You will also, as Fuck Toy Ronni, accept any mental 
programming I give you, such as me telling you to forget 
something when you wake up. Now, when I wake you up, you 
will become the Ronni you were before I put you in a 
trance this time... the one who loves me and is willingly 
in my power. The one you want to be, but cannot be, when 
you are Fuck Toy Ronni."

She sobbed again, then said, "Yes, Damien. Buh but... 
Damien... which one is the real Ronni?"

I sighed. I didn't want to tell her, in her hypnotic and 
suggestible state, that I'd probably made her permanently 
insane with all the schizoid programming I'd put into 
her.

"Fuck Toy Ronni is the real Ronni to an extent... she's 
the Ronni that I never hypnotized, who retreated to a 
place deep inside you to hide when I began abusing you 
for my own pleasure, Ronni. She comes back now, but only 
when I call her, and for my uses. The Ronni you are when 
you are awake is also real... she is the Ronni you have 
become in order to survive and function and remain more 
or less sane in your new lifelong condition, as my slave 
and property. She is the Ronni who accepts it, and even 
has learned to enjoy it, in self defense. She has 
identified with and become utterly dependent on her 
tormentor."

"Oh," Ronni said, with a sigh. "Yes... yes, that makes 
sense."

"Now," I said, "tell me how you feel about me, Ronni."

She groaned. "I hate you," she said. "You... you're a 
monster... a rapist... I truh trusted you and you... 
you..."

"Good," I said, patting her head. "Now tell me if you'd 
like to suck my cock for me."

"Ewwwwwww," she said, struggling to turn her head to the 
side, "Oh my God, no, it's gross, Damien..." She stopped 
for a second, probably remembering how many hundreds of 
times she'd sucked it for me before. "...ohhh don't, ick, 
please, I don't want to..."

I really liked that. I'd never had to physically force 
her before, with the hypnotism, but this was kind of 
nice. I slapped her face, not too hard. "You're gonna 
suck it, you little tramp. And then you're going to drink 
my piss. So..."

Ronni lifted her head and actually glared up at me. 
"Damien, you can make me suck you, God knows I know that, 
but I'm warnin' you, you better be careful, cuz if you 
put that thing in my mouth and I can make myself do it, 
I'm gonna bite it off."

I smiled down at her. "All right, baby," I said, 
caressing her sweaty hair. She struggled to move her head 
away, but couldn't, of course. "I hereby allow you to 
bite my cock, if you want to."

Ronni strained to look up at me again, and this time, I 
saw delicious fear in her eyes. "Whuh... what... why..." 
She worked her jaw a few times, clacking her teeth 
together. "I will, Damien," she said, but she still 
looked fearful. "I really will, I'll bite it off..."

"I know, baby," I said, and I'm sure my eyes were glowing 
with anticipation as I picked up the box cutter and 
pushed the stud on the side to let the blade protrude. 
"So I'll just have to change your mind... the hard way."

"Oh my GOD," she said, her eyes going wide as plates. "Oh 
my GOD..." Remembering now, I'm sure, my talk about 
writing on her with a razor, and titty torture... "I'll 
SCREAM, Damien, someone will hear..."

"Try it," I said.

She opened her mouth and tried to scream... but of 
course, that would endanger me, and I hadn't given her 
permission to do that. She tried several times, getting 
out only "HUH" sounds. Finally, she looked back up at me, 
lower lip trembling, eyes tearing up again. "I... I..."

I pressed the triangular tip of the blade against her 
inner arm and drew it very gently down, leaving a very 
shallow cut that quickly welled up with blood. She tried 
to scream again, and again, couldn't. "Well?" I said. 
"Should I start writing the Declaration of Independence 
on your back and ass, baby, or do you think maybe you can 
find it in your heart to do what you've already done a 
couple of hundred times anyway?"

She let her head hang down for a second, panting from her 
attempts to scream. Then, finally, she brought it 
painfully back up and looked at me. "I... I won't bite," 
she said, very quietly. "I... I..." She blinked at me... 
then, with a look of utter anguish on her face, opened 
her mouth. 

"Good girl," I said. "Cum AND piss, remember."

"Awwww," she said, eyes wide, looking up at me. "I... 
ngggghhhh..." This last, as I pushed the head of my hard 
cock into her ovaled mouth.

I told her to lick it and suck it for me. She didn't act 
at all, so I rested the razor point against her shoulder. 
She shuddered and started swirling her tongue and 
suckling at me, working her mouth on my cockhead, and 
after a minute or so of working it with her lips and 
tongue, her eyes fluttered closed and she gave a tiny 
little groan and started to lick at it more diligently. 

"See, that's not so bad, is it?" I asked her, grinning. 

Just fucking cum, you bastard, I could practically hear 
her thinking as she sucked my cock a bit more 
energetically. 

I took my cock out of her mouth and moved back a few 
feet. She looked up at
me, mouth open, eyes wide and red and puffy from crying, 
hair hanging down in her face in tangles. "Whuh what are 
you doing?" she asked. I grasped my
cock and waggled it at her. "Want to suck this some 
more?" She closed her
mouth, smacking her wet lips as she did it. "God," she 
said, "you're raping me anyway, do you have to make me 
beg for it, Damien?'

I leaned forward and rubbed my thumb on her lips, which 
parted after a second so she could start sucking on it. 
"Yeah," I said, "I have to make you beg. Do you want me 
to pump a nice load of sperm in your slutty cocksucking 
mouth, Ronni? Do you want to eat it like a tramp?"

She flushed even more deeply, but said immediately, 
around my thumb, "I don't have a fucking choice, do I?" 
She sounded less angry and more despairing, now, which 
was nice. 

"But you want to, don't you," I said. "You'd like to." 

She kept nuzzling and licking my thumb, then said, 
finally, "No.. I don't want to... I don't like it, you 
prick... that's the other Ronni you're thinking of... the 
one who isn't good enough for you..." She moaned, then 
said, "But I know you're gonna make me do it anyway, so 
just do it, you asshole..."

"Mmmm hmmm," I said cheerfully. "Now open your mouth. 
It's time for my blowjob." 

I'd forgotten that she couldn't disobey a direct physical 
command, so she opened immediately, but when she once 
more didn't bite me, I felt a wonderful sense of triumph 
and power. I held her head and fucked her sweet mouth 
there in that filthy garage, watching the traffic barrier 
she was bent over shake rhythmically. I pumped in and out 
of her gulping, nursing mouth for a good five or ten 
minutes before I felt my orgasm coming on. "Swallow every 
drop like a good girl," I said.

She went 'mmmhhhpppphh' and I came, groaning gutturally 
as I spurted and splattered big gobs of cum into her 
mouth. She swallowed audibly, quickly, over and over, 
gagging as she did it, but doing very well for the 
awkward position she was in. A small stream of it ran out 
both sides of her mouth and down either side of her chin 
and her hair got stuck in thin, curly strands to it. 

"Now that was a blowjob, baby," I said, patting her head, 
my hard cock still in her mouth as she gulped and sobbed 
quietly.

Then I pulled out of her mouth, walked around her, and 
worked my still hard cock, wet from her saliva, up her 
tight but no longer anything like virginal asshole. "Ah! 
Ah! Ah!" she grunted with each stroke I made in and out 
of her tight, sore, welted up ass. I finally blew off a 
second load up her butt. 

Then I pulled out of her ass with a sigh, walked around 
in front of her, and started picking up some tools from 
the bench. Her eyes widened hugely as she strained to 
keep her head up far enough to watch me. "Wuh what are 
you guh going to duh do?" she said, my cum still smeared 
on her chin. 

"Cum on your chin," I said, playfully pointing. She 
grimaced in disgust. "Lick it up, bitch," I told her. She 
immediately ran her tongue out to lick it up, looking 
like she wanted to throw up. "Clean off your lips," I 
told her.

"What are you gonna do with those?" she said, a second 
later, after licking her lips. 

"Torture you, silly," I said. "Shove things up your holes 
until they're packed full. Make more marks all over your 
nice soft skin. Maybe cut my name into your sexy ass so 
you know who it belongs to. Hurt your titties, and 
stretch out your nipples. Beat you. Hmmmmm... maybe burn 
you, I don't know."

"Oh," she moaned, eyes closed, face gone pale, obviously 
almost too scared... or aroused... or both... to talk... 
and then I was both surprised and extremely aroused to 
see urine spilling down her legs. 

"I..." Tears were flooding down her face so fast now they 
were practically streaming onto the floor with her piss. 
"I... you... ohmygod..."

"You pissed yourself, baby," I said, lovingly. 

"Oh god," she whimpered. "Oh. Ohmygod. I'm... I'm so 
scared..."

I smiled, walked over to her empty handed, knelt down 
next to her, and whispered the word that turned her back 
into her other self... the one who had adapted to my 
abuse of her, and who loved me and needed me. Then I 
kissed her mouth gently, probing softly with my tongue. 
Ronni immediately relaxed and opened her mouth for me and 
rubbed my tongue with hers. "Mmmmmm," she sniffled, as I 
kissed her.

I put my hand on her neck and maintained the kiss for 
twenty seconds or so. She whimpered but kissed me back 
with her mouth that tasted like cum and cock. 

A minute or so later, as I broke the kiss, she sniffled 
and said, wonderingly, "You hypnotized me again, Damien. 
You promised... you promised you wouldn't ever again if I 
did everything you wanted."

"Yeah, well," I said, kissing her chin and the tip of her 
nose lightly. "You don't want me to get bored with you, 
do you?"

"But I.." She whimpered. "But Damien I remember all the 
stuff you did and..." She looked at me imploringly. "I 
really hate it that way, Damien. Darling. Buh big 
brother. Muh master. And... and you promised..."

"You promised, you promised," I said, mocking her with a 
falsetto voice. "Whose whore are you, Ronni? Whose 
property are you? What do I get to do with you?"

She sobbed and let her head hang down. "Yours, yours, I'm 
yours, you get to do anything to me, but you PROMISED..." 
The traffic barrier shook as she started crying harder. 
"Promised, promised, PROMISED!"

"Shut up," I said, and was irritated when she didn't 
immediately obey. Fuck Toy Ronni would have instantly 
clamped her mouth shut. And she wondered why I'd 
programmed her again.

After about ten seconds, her sobs tapered off. "Do you 
want me to make you into Fuck Toy Ronni again, or let you 
stay the way you are now? Answer me, whore. And answer me 
nicely."

She groaned, then forced her head back up again. "I'm suh 
sorry, pluh please... honey... darling... big brother... 
please, Damien... please let stay the real me. I... I 
don't like being Fuck Toy Ronni. Please..."

"Keep your head up," I said, and slapped her face hard, 
twice, once with each hand. She gasped both times, 
keeping her head up.

I dropped to one knee again and said "Now kiss me, bitch, 
and I better like it." I pressed my lips to hers, 
lightly, and waited to see what she'd do.

She ran her tongue tip around my lips, slowly. Then she 
pushed her mouth against mine as much as she could and 
forced her tongue into my mouth. She swirled it around in 
there, almost desperately. Finally, I kissed her back, a 
little, and then moved my head back just slightly. "Are 
you sure you want to stay this way, Ronni? I'd honestly 
rather slap Fuck Toy Ronni than you."

In a hot gasp of breath against my mouth, she murmured, 
"Nuh uh. It's... it's okay. I... I really like it when 
you slap me. You can do that... you can do that any time. 
In front of people, even. I'd like that." She gave a low 
moan and then rubbed her cheek against mine. "And... and 
the rest of it... tuh torturing me and stuh stuff..." I 
felt a shiver go through her. "I'm so scared of what 
you're gonna do to me. Buh but I wuh want you to. I want 
you to... to do whatever you want to me." She sighed, and 
said, "Damien, isn't it nicer that... that I want to be 
tortured by you... than... than for me not to?"

I sighed. "Depends on my mood," I said. "You're just 
going to have to put up with that."

She looked contrite, as contrite as she could look, with 
her eyes all red and swollen and her face covered with 
tears and sweat and her hair hanging down and ratty. 
"Yes, darling," she said with a heavy sigh.

I kissed her again, taking my time, letting her know how 
much I loved her submission. 

Finally I straightened back up. "So should we get started 
here?" I asked her, looking down at her with 
satisfaction. "You want to get serious about this torture 
stuff, baby?"

She lifted her head painfully again to look at me. "Yuh 
yes," she whispered. "I can stay me?"

"Do you love me, Ronni?" I asked her, gently.

She moaned in her throat, then said immediately, "Yuh yuh 
yes, I love you very very much."

"And I can do anything I want with you?" I asked her, 
just as gently.

Tears ran down her cheeks again, but she blinked them 
back and said "Yes, anything you want, you know you can 
do anything you want..." She paused. "Are you... are you 
gonna send me away when you get tired of me?"

I stroked her hair, and was surprised to find it wet, and 
then realized for the first time how hot and close it was 
in that garage. Ronni was soaked in sweat. I was too, 
actually. 

"No, baby," I said as I stroked her. "I'm going to rape 
you and torture you forever."

"Oh," she said, wriggling under my hand. She looked up at 
me. "I guess... I guess then... being Fuck Toy Ronni 
sometimes... I guess..." She took a deep shuddering 
breath. "I don't want you to get bored with me, Damien, 
so... do what you want."

What a sweetie. I stroked her hair for another second, 
then took my hand away.

"Mmmm baby," I said. "I'm going to torture you all night 
for that."

I actually didn't torture her much at all after that. I 
crammed the two thick handled hammers I'd found up her 
ass so the heads stuck out at odd angles like a weird 
metal star, which started her sobbing again, and then 
pinched her nipples and her pussy lips a few times with 
some metal pliers, leaving some really interesting 
looking marks that should turn into very colorful 
bruises. That made her gasp and shriek a little bit. But 
after that, I was amazingly horny again, and surprisingly 
tired of that nasty garage. So I pissed in her mouth, 
which as you've seen, Loving Ronni actually sort of 
enjoys, and which I'd entirely forgotten to do after the 
last mouth fuck, then untied her and took her inside. 

I'm a slob, and my rented house was actually quite a 
mess, so I told Ronni to get busy cleaning it up, and 
when she was done, she could cook me dinner. She seemed 
very subdued, but still fairly happy as she moved around, 
picking stuff up and putting things away, dusting and 
cleaning. After a while that annoyed me, so I called her 
over, turned her into Fuck Toy Ronni, told her to stop 
crying and clean the place up, then cook me a nice 
dinner.

That was much more enjoyable, sitting there and watching 
her move around, obviously terrified and not wanting to 
be there and to the extent she dared to, hating me. 
Apparently her welted up ass also hurt her quite a bit... 
I noticed she never sat down and winced a few times when 
she inadvertently backed into the wall or a doorframe. 
And she kept glaring at me while she worked, when she 
thought I wasn't looking... but if I looked up, she'd 
cringe, which was very pleasant.

Naturally, I couldn't watch her walking around naked with 
my torture marks on her without getting horny again after 
a while, so eventually, without saying a word, I shoved 
her forward over the back of a chair in the dining room 
and took her cunt, quite hard and brutally, really. I 
hadn't given her a command, so she could have struggled, 
but she didn't, she just took it, trembling but not 
actively resisting. Her pussy lips were all bruised up 
from the pliers by then, and she was wincing and gasping 
and crying out as I fucked her, but she couldn't scream, 
of course. I really enjoyed it.

After I shot off in her cunt, I pushed her down on her 
knees and when she looked up at me dumbly, with her mouth 
clamped tightly closed and tears running down her cheeks, 
I slapped her instead of commanding her, holding her head 
up by her hair and slapping her face forehand and 
backhand five times, before she finally gasped and said 
"All right, stop it, please, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Then she cleaned my cock off with her mouth without any 
actual verbal instructions. She did a very good, thorough 
job, choking and gasping and gagging the whole time.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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