Faulty Wiring (Serter and deliliah)

[deliliah]

Dreams... Fragments... A man and a woman sharing an evening together. Its not even really like a memory, almost like a picture. Then men in suits breaking in the door... again its like a still image. A declaration of owed money, and she is taken out. There is a flood f images most that don't make sense, sometimes she's naked, sometimes in a cell...

The woman was sitting in a dark cell hearing discussions of radical treatments. I these dreams she understood much of the use of chemicals they were talking about... she was a scientist herself with four PhD in various biology and chemistry fields.. And what was said... it horrified her...

And then there were four men holding her down... Locking her arms, legs and waist, and neck down so she was completely immobile. She struggled, but nothing gave, not the restraints, not the concern of the men in white coats and black aprons in the room. She felt the restraints so vividly, digging into her.. as she thrashed about.. she screamed and yelled obscenities... and then they gagged her...

Not that she was going to make it any easier... an electronic buzzing started and a voice echoed across the room “we can't afford to keep bringing you subjects doctor, this one better take...” The tone was cold, and as frightening as it was to her, the men in the room, seemed even more terrified. A device was placed over her face, literally made to hold her eyes open... She couldn't blink... She bit at the gag, pulled... then came the spray in her eyes... Her eyes were paralyzed... She could feel, she could see, but they were relaxed, dilated... and looking only straight ahead... she saw a needle coming down at her... and then it touched her eye... then pierced it...

Candi was sitting up in bed breathing heavily... She looked over and saw her husband, and felt relief that she had not woken him up... It was a weird dream that has woken her up for the last four nights. She slowly got out of bed, walked to the kitchen and had a glass of water. She went to the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman from her dream contrasted to her so much. 'the lady doctor/prisoner' had red hair while while Candi had blond. The lady had had these thin boring lips, while Candi had full and sexy lips that were made to make men fantasize about her.. it made her smile. That lady had a boringly thin body small breasts, where as Candi had a thin body, but has a magnificent ass, and fantastic tits. She giggled at the thought, 'tits,' it made her aroused, she loved showing off her tits.

She laid back down, open a drawer and took out her headphones and listened. They helped her to relax, it was 2am... she had to wake her husband at 6, so she set her own alarm. And closed her eyes...

her eyes opened, she was relaxed and happy.. it was 5:30. She got up and went to the bathroom, she started doing her makeup, put her hair into pig tails, which would hold over until her husband was done and gone to work. Soon, it was 5:58, she shut off her husband's alarm clock, she didn't understand why he insisted on using it, she always wakes hm up, for as long as she could remember, never failing... But he insisted. But she was a good wife, loving, cherishing and obedient... Plus she wasn't smart enough to really disagree. She just knew she should serve...

6:00 she lifted off his blankets... he already had morning wood... she was going to wake him up with a blow job as she had the previous morning, but something changed. And she crawled over him... She took a hold of his manhood, and lowered herself onto it... And started moving up and down hoping he would enjoy the sight as he woke up...

 

[serter]

The subtle shifting of the bed, the feeling of his covers being pulled away, the touch of warm soft skin against his hips and then pressure of small hands, sharp manicured nails sinking into his stomach, the sensations bled through from his conscious mind into his dreaming one.

The sensations on something warm and tight, sheathing over his cock, drawing a groan of pleasure from him as his mind was pulled from his dreams back to reality. His eyes fluttered open and his head, facing the wall of bay windows overlooking the city, turned to face the lovely girl bouncing up and down in his lap. A small smile crept over his lip as the events of the past few days returned to him, his smile becoming wider, turning into a wicked grin as his hips began to rock and thrust beneath her, moving on their own agency, barely being moved by his conscious mind as he ran his right hand slowly up her perfect skin, over her breast, and capturing her permanently perky nipple between thumb and forefingers, a small platinum wedding band around his ring finger shining in the ray of cascading sunlight pushing through the drawn blinds.

twisting softly and tugging gently as his hips bucked beneath her and he smiled at her heavily make-up caked face. "Mmm...good morning baby" he mumbled, still half awake though waking rapidly as he gave her nipple a twist, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her and sending her motions, rhythmic and sensual, into something more urgent and lustful. He had meant to call her by her name but in the fog of morning, his brain couldn't quite recall what he had named her so baby would have to do until he remembered.

His left hand, resting on the soft mattress until now, slid down to her knee and then began to crawl up her thigh. His rough, calloused hand caressed her thigh as it slid up to her hip and around, gripping a firm handful of her ass and tugging as he gave his hips a sudden jerk up and forward, eliciting another head thrown back scream from his plaything. It had been what? 3 days, no, four, today was the fourth day since he had taken delivery of her and still he couldn't help but grope at these wonderful, if enhanced, breasts, his fingers digging into her perky breast as his thumb and finger rolled her nipple all while she bounced up and down on him, her kinky little pigtails bouncing along with her other breast.

The money he had spent on her was, in his humble opinion, well spent, he could have any woman he wanted really but this was different in some kind of wrong, but oh so erotic way. After her he knew he could never go back to women, not that she was anything so science fiction as a robot, we weren't that far just yet, but she was something close. Lacking all will of her own, living to obey and serve, she was his $250,000,000 living fuck toy. That's how much he had paid to the shell company who had made him the offer and had delivered her, who they were a shell for was anybodies guess. He knew with his resources he could have found out, but he also knew anyone who could do THIS to her, could probably do terrible things to him and money was no good if you didn't have a brain.

James Eschaton was a name that maybe not everyone would know off the tops of their heads, not like celebrities that everyone gossiped over, but 8 years ago when he had been on the cover of every tech magazine for the sale of his robotics company for 39 billion dollars, well he had been the talk of the town for a few weeks there, before some celebrity had a nip slip or got sent back to rehab and his brief time in the spotlight had passed. James had been happy to slip into obscurity, pursuing small projects here and there, to invest money in to and to keep himself busy, but he mostly kept to himself, and now that he had this living, breathing, sex machine whose only goal in life was to do whatever he asked, he doubted he'd be getting out of his penthouse much in the coming weeks, not as long as he wore the platinum band around his finger, the one that matched the band on her own hand.

As it had been explained to him, whoever wore the matching ring to hers, she obeyed, lovingly, obediently, unquestioningly, and would until the wearer of the ring took the ring off, someone else put it on, or the highly unlikely chance or so they had told him, she blew a...metaphorical fuse which was possible as she was their first success...but they assured him that was....unlikely....

James licked his lower lip, eyeing cand- candie!, yes that was what he had named her, he stared lewdly at candie's pleasure filled face and as she bounced up and down atop him, his cock throbbed inside her and he couldn't last much longer, James for all his brains wasn't much of a looker, he wasn't in super great shape and while he wasn't fat, he wasn't going to run the New York City marathon. He felt his toes curling against the soles of his feet as she bounced away, his hand on her hips migrating up to her other breast, squeezing both of her big, fake, wonderful tits as he bucked his hips below her as he panted softly, his hips bucking up to meet hers as her tight cunt swallowed him again and again and again.

 

[deliliah]

She felt the muscles in her pussy tighten around his cock as she bounced up and down. She heard his voice, "Good morning sweetie... but hopefully it'll be a great morning in just a couple minutes." followed by a giggle...

She continued to bounce up and down. it was important that he really enjoyed himself. She wanted him to cum s desperately becasue she was his wife, and it was her duty to be the best lover for him... She wanted to feel him fill her up, and see that look on his face when he was cumming. She leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders for support and started speeding up the thrusting moves, up and down, faster and faster. Have I ever told you how much I love the way you stretch me out?"

She felt his hips bucking a bit, and felt he was coming close. She increased her own moans, letting him know how close she was to cumming. "cum in me James... I need you..." She let out a long moan... Though truthfully she would never cum until he did.

 

[serter]

James moaned in reply to her words, the truth was he didn't stretch her out, he wasn't small but he didn't have anything to brag about, she was just programmed to be satisfying in any and every way imaginable, whoever had mindfucked her had done a great job filling her with hot 1 liners of encouragement that helped drive him to orgasm.

James bucked his hips beneath hers, biting his lower lip, eyes closed as the bed groaned lightly as she rode him with increasing urgency. His back was arching, the back of his head pressing into the soft mattress as urged him to cum in her. There is something about those words, when a woman asks you to cum in her, in that soft, enticing, whispery voice, there is no refusal, your body betrays you no matter how skilled a lover you are, and james was far from olympic quality, So when candie whispered for him to cum in her, he did, hard.

With a deep groan, James thrust his hips up as he tugged her hips down, she was already mid bounce anyways so as she slammed down onto his cock and he came, the pair of them came together. There was some special trick to that he hadn't quite figured out yet, somehow, whenever he came, so would she. As he groaned beneath his brainwashed fucktoy, his balls emptying inside of her as she squealed pleasantly ontop of him, james let out a soft gasp and then his entire body went slack, collapsing to the mattress and panting softly as he came down from his intense, if quick, orgasm. "thankyou baby" he panted, feeling his toys writhing ontop of him, riding out the end of her own climax.

 

[deliliah]

She looked at her husband with adoration, he was the most wonderful man on the planet, she wasn't sure how she got so lucky to be married to him. even now he looked at her with new eyes. They had been married for months and still the way that he looked at her, it was lie they had been dating for a week... but then she felt it, he was coming... And then she felt hers, she couldn't stop herself if she wanted, she started cumming too.. She let out a little shriek. Her orgasms were always so intense. her abdomen tensed and so did her pussy, and she had convulsions she struggled to control. but she tried her best to milk his cock... until he was done. She had to.. it was her duty...

When she was sure he was done, she rolled to his side, and fell over... Breathing deeply trying to control her breathing, and end her own orgasm... "I swear to god you are the most amazing lover in the world, how did i ever get so lucky?" She giggled and then kissed him on the cheek... "Love you so much, James..." and she did, he was soo much more than she deserved. She knew she would do anything for him. And she layed back again for a moment...

Why are you not serving?

She gasped as she realized she was relaxing too much for her husband, he deserved more... "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laying down like this..." She again rolled out of bed... "I know you have to go to the meeting for eight. would you like me to make you breakfast? or start your shower? Get some clothes for you?"

 

[serter]

James laid there on his enormous bed, panting with sweat glistening on his chest and forehead as candie rolled off of him, her still convulsing pussy sliding off of his cock with a wet sucking sound as she rolled off of him and collapsed to the bed at his side. The pair laid there for brief moments before candie suddenly sat up and started to move for the side of the bed, rambling off his tasks for the day and asking what he needed. Her dutiful servitude brought a smile to his face as he turned his head and watched the shapely woman. Seemingly sculpted with a knife to be every physical desire a man could want, quite literally sculpted, and he licked his lips considering taking a later meeting and having her again after his breakfast for a more thorough and lengthy bit of fun. "start my shower" he told her, watching her scamper off naked and jiggling softly. He would never have allowed her in the kitchen anyways, now that he himself spent much time there, he had a live-in cook who would prepare all his meals, as well as any late night snacks he had, which his soft stomach attested too. Lucas, his cook, would be preparing breakfast soon, it occurred to james he had yet to let candie out of the living quarters of his home.

James rented out half of the top floor of a massive high rise in downtown L.A, the view of the city, when it wasn't smoggy, was wonderful, especially on rainy days. His home, more of a complex really, included his bedroom, his living room which accounted for nearly 6,000 square feet with several televisions mounted on various walls and a sunken area in the center with couches and chairs, it was more for guests when he threw elaborate parties but the space was nice. The complex had an entire kitchen much like what you would find in a restaurant plus walk-in freezer and pantry, 5 full bathrooms, 2 with hot tubs, living quarters for his live-in chef which was comprised of 3 smaller rooms, a bedroom, a den, and a bathroom of his own that was still the size of a lavish apartment all on it's own, as well as the large amount of balcony space overlooking the city. In the 4 days since the 2 paramilitary men in black suits showed up with a glassy eyed woman and a box with a platinum ring in it, he had barely left his bedroom, and when he did candie always offered to perform her varied tasks though he always let her start his shower, then he would eat breakfast served to them by lucas, and he would send her back to the bedroom, telling her to stay there and keep herself amused while he was away. He had really no idea what, if anything, went through her mind when he wasn't there, he assumed it sounded something like white noise but he didn't really know, as a joke on the second day he had left for lunch and when she asked if she could come with he told her no and that she could just play with herself until he got back. He had not thought about the literal was she accepted every order and when he returned she was quite exhausted and dehydrated as well as very sore, he had been careful with his commands since.

James pulled himself out of bed after a minute and walked into the bathroom, finding candie waiting patiently in the bathroom as steam billowed out of the large standing shower, a smile plastered on her face as she eagerly awaited her next order. James sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head, starting to realize already that the girls constant need to satisfy was, while at first, adorable and sexy, quickly becoming a nuisance when expressed outside the bedroom. He didn't really want to shower with her and while he could have told her to just wait in the bedroom he waved a dismissive hand at her as he started to undress. "go see if lucas needs any help, he should be in the kitchen". He saw a blank look on her face that seemed to read 'error' and he realized his mistake, he hadn't actually introduced her to lucas yet, the men before had been very clear that outside of satisfying her husband, her mental processes were limited. "go into the kitchen, you'll find a man in there preparing breakfast, his name is lucas, whatever he asks you to do, do it". As she started to leave he spun around and added quickly "get dressed first" adding "for fucks sake" under his breathe after she left as he climbed into the wonderfully hot shower.

 

[deliliah]

He told her to go and start the shower. She smiled excitedly, the way he told her, she enjoyed being told what to do. "Okay my love." she blew him a kiss and walked off to the adjoining bathroom. She stopped at the bathroom door and looked back at him, she saw him looking at her lustfully, and it made her smile... he was wonderful... So kind, and loving and generous...

She opened the door, and reached in and turned on the water and held her arm in it until it warmed up to a nice hot temperature. She wondered what her husband would have her do? Go put together his outfit for the day? She was knowledgeable on fashion, every good wife should be... Maybe help him wash, get those hard to reach areas? or would he have her just stand there and hold a towel like he did yesterday?

he walked in. he seemed pleased. he looked like he was about to step in, and told her to help Lucas... he might be in the kitchen. She was confused, who was Lucas, and what was he doing in the kitchen? Then James clarified. "Oh, okay!" She started walking out, ad heard his last words about putting on clothes for fucks sake.

she went to the closet and started thinking what would be good clothes to fuck in? maybe lingerie? Yup definitely lingerie... A few minutes later she emerged from the closet wearing a pink see-thru negligee... it practically screamed 'fuck me' she hoped her husband would again... She made her way tot he kitchen... she looked around, and clearly there was no one here. She looked around, all it was was a small refrigerator and microwave with a small drawer of kitchen utensils. But then her eyes widened as she realized he might have meant the big kitchen. She walked down the hall and through the swinging metal doors and saw a man. He seemed to know exactly who she was, but froze as he looked at hat she was wearing, "good morning Mrs. Eschaton."

She paused, "Mrs. Eschaton..." there was confusion until she realized he was addressing her as the wife... Her name was 'Candi Eschaton...' of course it was, strange how that seemed so alien a moment ago. "My husband told me to come down and help you..."

He seemed surprised, and almost annoyed, but not entirely.. he had her wash some salad and cut an onion. He seemed blown away when she cut an onion and diced it up in seconds as i she were a professional cook. he asked her where she learned it, she giggled, "I'm a good wife, good wives know how to cook for their husbands."

He laughed and took a step back and touched his finger to a frying pan. "Fuck me!"

Candi jumped up, "Well first, let's take care of that..." She took his hand, then his finger and took the first aid it and helped put a burn treatment on it, then a bandage... "Now..." She pushed him back onto the chair... He asked her what she was doing and she smiled, "Fucking you." He asked about her husband, "Its what he sent me down here for. he wants me to fuck you." he was still nervous, "Don't you think I'm pretty?" he nodded silently, "Do you like my tits?" He again nodded, and she used her hands to pull his hands up to her breasts, and then her hands moved to his pants. He seemed to ask questions, and she dismissed them just as easily, but she could feel him getting hard as her hands played inside his pants... she pulled it out. And lifted herself up, and then lowered herself down on it... she bounced up and down.. Lucas got over his nervousness and started fucing back. She was not quiet either. She was loud, and was performing, she knew there were cameras in the kitchen, and if her husband watched later, she wanted him to see that she was doing her best for him...

Lucas did not last long, and she felt him cumming... She came too, but it was a shadow of the one she had with her husband... She looked down at Lucas and smiled, "That was fun..." then she saw something and ooked up, her husband was int he doorway, she was confused by his facial expression. "Hi my love, I did really good. first I got dressed for fucks like you told me too... and then i found Lucas.. He asked me to wash a salad, and i did it, then i cut an onion, and he was impressed... then he burnt himself and sad 'fuck me,' so I bandaged him up and fucked him... Did I do good?" She looked up at hm with hopeful eyes, she was an obedient housewife who lived to make her husband happy, she hoped he wouldn't be mad that she bandaged him before fucking him, since he didn't tell her to... She just wanted him to say something to encourage her.

Then she felt something between her legs and looked down at Lucas, "wow! you got soft really fast..."

 

[serter]

James took a long shower, one of the greatest pleasures in his life was taking long, hot showers, as a child he had often drained the meager water tank in his parents house and often got yelled at for doing it by his brothers or father. The shower he stood in was large, 10 feet by 8 feet, with multiple shower heads so all he had to do was stand there and steaming water cascaded over him from all sides. About 5 minutes into his shower he heard a faint sound that he thought might have been a person yelling but he didn't hear it again and shrugged it off, returning to just standing beneath the multiple streams of water, rolling his neck side to side to loosen knots and massaging bunched muscles in his back from the past few wild days with candie.

His mind returned back to the initial deal he had made for her, a clandestine meeting with a representative of some company who was seeking funding for a series of projects, asking for large sums in exchange for potential products in the following months. The representative had been dodgy on what james had considered key details but the basic idea was laid out. In exchange for his money, he would receive the first 'prototype' of a new type of 'full service automaton' which to his ears sounded like fancy words for 'sex robot'. The representative assured him it was nothing so crude but similar, though sex wasn't it's only function, just the main selling point, it would be the first in a new wave of high class servant and he would be able to say he owned one first.

Standing in the shower, james grinned to himself, he sure had been shocked when the 2 men showed up with a very 'real' girl with them, dressed like a pornstar and with nothing ever passable as consciousness in her eyes as she walked in with the men, for a moment james had thought she WAS a robot from the way she moved but there was no way, he had been about to call his own personal security and have them walked out when one man set the box with the ring down on the counter and explained what it did, how it worked, how 'she' worked, though they never referred to her as she, they called her 'the prototype' adding as level of inhumanity to her that unsettled james. 4 days later, james wasn't unsettled anymore, in truth something deep down inside him was getting off on the idea that this girl was less than human, a twisted part of his psyche that enjoyed knowing this girl was his servant, no, his slave, and she loved him for it. James had pondered where she had come from at first, but had decided that information was probably best left alone.

James could hear the moans from halfway through the house as he walked towards the kitchen, he knew immedietly what it was, though he didn't know how, glancing at the ring still on his finger he couldn't understand what had happened and as he stormed through the house and burst into the kitchen to see candie riding in lucas's lap, her head thrown back just as james entered with the both of them cumming and all he could do was glare. Once candie noticed him and she began to rattle off the situation as it had transpired with all the bright eyed excitement of a child explaining to their parent that had done something good, james realized his mistake but still couldn't restrain his anger, how stupid was this girl really? he didn't care at that moment that she took commands literally, that her mental processing was...off, all he cared about was that, in a very childish sort of rage, lucas had fucked 'his' toy.

"candie go back into the bedroom" he told her, his tone cold, as she began to obey she started to speak, to say something. "shut up!" he barked at her and she did, but he could see she was hurt as she complied, walking past him and out of the kitchen. James eyes returned to lucas and a 10 minute rant began ending in james angrily telling lucas he was fired and nearly throwing the young man into the private elevator when the little shit had the balls to try and make excuses. james struck lucas in the mouth with a punch that he was almost sure broke one of the kids teeth, but also definitely broke at least one of his fingers as well. After the elevator doors closed and he was satisfied the little prick bastard was gone, james returned to the bedroom.

Storming back into his bedroom james found candie standing in the middle of the room waiting for him, she looked worried but she didn't speak, she couldn't still due to his prior command and he decided he liked it that way for now. "stay here until i come back" he looked her up and down once then winced as his finger throbbed. Glancing down, james saw his ring finger was definitely broken, his finger swelling around the platinum ring. Heading into the bathroom, he soaped up his hand as gently as he could, wincing every time he so much as nudged his ring finger but he managed to slowly work the ring off of his still swelling finger with only a few tears filling the corners of his eyes.

James headed back to the bedroom and looked at candie who stood there watching him, his hand was throbbing now, he couldn't ignore it, wincing with every beat of his heart as it pulsed pain from his finger and with a huff of annoyance he headed back for the door. James was down the elevator and headed out towards the front of the building, his driver waiting for him to take him to a business lunch, meanwhile in the public bathroom on the buildings ground floor, lucas washed the blood out of his mouth and glared hatefully in the mirror, angry Mr. Eschaton wouldn't listen to him, it was HIS weird robot wife who came on to him, what was he supposed to do? she said he had told her too... James had been home when the men had arrived to deliver the woman, he knew all about her, what she was, that she was some poor brainwashed girl who was being abused, lucas was going to go to the papers, the news, anybody, he was going to ruin Mr. Eschaton, but first he wanted to go back upstairs and tell him so, he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to demand compensation, maybe for a couple million dollars he wouldn't tell everyone and their mother that James Eschaton owned a kidnapped and mentally abused girl that he kept locked up in his penthouse.

His keycard still worked so security must not have gotten around to wiping his clearance yet, as the doors to the penthouse opened, lucas stepped into the entry hall and looked around. "Mr. Eschaton!" he called out, trying to put the most steel into his voice he could as he walked into the house, no reply. Lucas walked through the penthouse from room to room calling for james but no answer came, had he already left? well if so a little minor theft might makes lucas feel a little better, that prick wouldn't notice after all. "Mr. Eschaton!!!" he called again as he entered the living room, still no answer. Finally lucas entered the bedroom and froze, seeing Mrs. Escha- candie standing there, her eyes were locked on him but she neither move nor spoke. Lucas watched her but she just watched him back, Mr. Eschaton must have told her to 'stay' or something, lucas walked past her and towards the bathroom seeing the door closed. "Mr. Eschaton?" lucas asked, knocking on the door, when no answer came he opened the door and looked inside, nobody there.

Lucas was just closing the bathroom door when something glinted and caught his eyes...the platinum ring. It lay on the marble sink, lucas watched it with curious eyes, why had Mr. Eschaton left it? He glanced over his shoulder at candie, her eyes were aimed towards him but her head still hadn't moved, no part of her had. Slowly lucas walked into the bathroom and stared at the ring, he had been here when the men had arrived, had stayed in his room but he had listened, heard them explain the girl, and the ring...

Picking up the platinum ring off the sink, lucas walked back into the bedroom and slowly came to stand infront of candie. She stared back at him and a small wicked smile crept across the young mans lips. Slowly, lucas slid the ring on his finger then held up his hand before candie's eyes so she could see it. "candie..." he spoke "you may speak now, tell me, who is your husband?". He waited for her answer, wondering if it was really so easy.

 

[deliliah]

She looked at him, he almost seemed upset. He told her to go back to the bedroom. She looked down at Lucas as she grabbed his shoulders and pushed herself back onto her feet. And then walked around him and towards her husband who was blocking the door. "Do you-" she was cut off as he silenced her.

Her head dropped as she realized he was mad at her. She suddenly felt devastated. This was the man she loved more than anything. The man she was devoted to, loved, cherished, and obeyed... And he was mad at her for doing what he asked her to do... She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she stayed silent.

She heard a scuffle. she wanted to go and make sure James was okay, but she didn't want to upset him more by disobeying him. A minute later he came into the bedroom, clearly in pain. she turned to help him, sh ewas trained in basic first aid after al like a good wife should... But he told her to stay there... So as a good wife, she did. But then it hit her... a strange dysphoria... her body was barely moving... her mind seemed to fade.... to .. nothing...

She was aware... her body wouldn't move... Candace was conscious. she hadn't been for a while it seemed, but she couldn't move her body. Whatever chemical cocktail and that strange implant they but in her head seemed to make her a prisoner in her own body. it was weird, analytically speaking, she acted as if she had been lobotomized, but her mind was functioning pretty well... She had women from the procedure, and she had been like this.. fr two or three days, until they lifted her up and brought her to a high rise in the middle of the night... They put a ring on her finger, and then... she was here... She met that man, and they ut a ring o his finger, and she started to black out until just a few minutes ago..

A door opened, she struggled so hard, and moved her chin just slightly... her eyes moved normally though... that was the man... he stormed out of the room. Was this a chance to escape? she wasn't sure... She tried to step forward, but couldn't move her feet... It was so frustrating. He focused on simple muscle movements... She could feel her finger twitch. an accomplishment.

A few minutes passed, and the door opened, another man walked in... She didn't know him.. She was cared for a moment, what if he tried to rape her? But then she was suddenly aware of the sensations bbetween her legs... She had sex recently... and in fact she was pretty sure she felt semen running down her thigh... eww gross... he was gone, into the bathroom.

he came out a moment later.. dammit why couldn't she make her legs move? he had this creepy as fuck smile on his face and he put the ring on his finger... 'Wait is that the trigger?' she thought to herself. But her eyes started fluttering.. 'no.. no wait... I just need a .. little more time...' It felt like Candace was falling asleep...

Candi's eyes stopped fluttering... She looked at her husband... and heard his question. she leaned in and kissed him, "You of course, my love."

 

[serter]

Lucas stood stunned, not that he hadn't expected any other answer, the instructions by those men had been very clear, whoever wore the ring, she would obey, but there was still a reeling sense of amazement it had worked, really, truly worked. There are moments in life where you know something is true yet it is so profoundly...wrong that your brain doesn't accept it immediately, a death, winning the lottery, a girl suddenly obeying you because you were wearing a shiny metal ring. Lucas grinned widely, wide like a child and he had to restrain himself from actually jumping and clapping, laughing out loud and cheering, this was incredible!.

Lucas couldn't wipe the smile from his face, it was stuck like it had been glued on, he tried to think clearly but all that kept returning to his mind was that she obeyed him!. "ok..." he said, speaking to himself out loud, his eyes going to the floor, then moving about as he thought quickly. His brain kept returning, as it had voer the past half hour, to the 10 minutes in the kitchen, he had been so worried and confused he hadn't really given much back, he wanted to correct that mistake and now that james would be gone for a few hours and he had this beautiful fucktoy standing infront of him his very male brain could not think of any plan or action better than satisfying his need to feel her again as well as get some bit of petty revenge on james.

Lucas turned in a full circle, eyeing every part of the room, somehow so overwhelmed with excitement and adrenaline fueled panic he couldn't find the massive bed for a moment before finding it right where it had always been. He wanted to fuck her in Mr. Eschaton's bed, it was petty and unimaginative for revenge but at the moment he just desperately wanted to cum in her again, cum all over her, do anything he could to both enjoy himself and spoil Mr. Eschaton's toy in the most childish way possible.

Lucas stepped past candie and slapped her ass as he passed heading for the bed, not looking back to her, he spoke aloud "come to bed lover, i need you".

 

[deliliah]

Her smile grew wider becasue of the way he looked at her. She wanted to please the most important person in her life, and that smile said she was pleasing him. He started with an 'ok' but seemed confused for a moment.

He looked around. She watched him curiously... He was looking fr something, she was about to ask him what she could do to help, but then he seemed to find it... his purpose.

She giggled when he slapped her ass. she wanted to encourage him. And he was on the bed so quickly. He invited her to bed.

She faked a frown. "But i'm supposed to say that to you." She giggled again as she walked closer to him. she felt herself getting wet, very wet as she looked at her husband a lust for him building up that could only be matched by her love ad devotion to him.

She walked to the bed, slowly, swinging her hips to tease him a bit, an exaggerated walk that only screamed how much she wanted him to fuck her. She looked at him on the bed, and slowly crawled up on to the bed, making sure he could see cleavage that her lingerie ha made as she crawled to him. She stopped when she reached his crotch. And her hand slowly moved to touch it, and she leaned down and licked the underside of it. "Have i ever told you how amazing your cock is?"

 

[serter]

"I can't believe this, it's so surreal but so fucking hot!" lucas thought to himself as he went to the bed and laid back on it, perching himself on his elbows behind him as he watched her come to him, hips swaying. "no but you really should" he responded, leaning his head back, letting his eyes fall closed and the wide grin spread across his face as he laid back on the bed, his hand moving down to rest on the back of her head as he felt the button on his pants pop undone, her delicate and dexterous fingers working towards his cock. His hand came to rest on the top and back of her blond head as he felt and hear his zipper of his jeans coming down.

A groan escaped his lips at the feeling of her soft hand fishing inside his boxers, and then a soft gasp and low moan, slowly rising from within his chest as the sensation of hot breathe, wet lips, and an amazing tongue sliding over his cock, enveloping him followed as he groaned, running his fingers through her hair as he grinned, listening to the wet sounds and soft mewling moans coming from her as she served him, her 'husband' on Mr. Eschatons bed, "what a wonderful bit of payback" lucas thought to himself as his hips bucked softly and his free hand groped at the soft bed sheets beneath him.