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  James had entered the room. And the lights above my bed had shut off. What's he doing? I watched as he moved to the edge of the bed, then pulled my sheets down, exposing my whole body as I slept. What the hell? His hand drifted up my legs. A smile spread over my sleeping features and I saw myself squirm under his touch as it climbed higher. His hands slid under the simple pink nightie I wore, only to return a moment later, clutching the waistband of my panties.

  What the fuck?! His hands wandered under my nightie once more, and by the faces I was making, and the way I'd spread my legs wide, I knew he was touching me intimately. I closed the video. The date was from my first night of the sleep study. Seven more videos sat unopened. I hesitated before clicking another.

  A second video opened and within a minute, James was by the bed. This time I watched as he rolled me onto my side and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. His fingers traced my lips and stroked my cheek until my lips parted and my mouth opened. He smiled and unzipped his pants before pulling out his cock. His head pressed against my lips, then disappeared into my mouth.

  My fingers ran across my lips as I watched the video. What the hell is going on? How could he be doing this? Why don't I remember? In the video, my hand rose from under the sheets and grasped his hard cock. My head dipped forward and my hand slid along his shaft as I took James deeply into my mouth. My eyes stayed closed the entire time.

  The next video showed James tapping me on the shoulder before I kicked off the sheets and rolled out of bed. The headphones never left my ears and my eyes never opened as I dropped to my knees in front of him. My small fingers worked the button on his fly and I pulled his cock out; stroking him until he was as hard as steel. I watched until his hand fell to the back of my head and he pushed me forward against his crotch. His body jerked before he pulled himself away from me. I saw myself swallow, then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out for inspection.

  My stomach flipped. I closed the video and opened another. James was on top of me and my legs were spread wide. I couldn't see his cock, but there was no question that he was fucking me while I smiled. The next video showed him fucking me as well, but this time he took me doggie style. I saw my breasts bouncing as he pushed himself into me again and again.

  I have to get out of here! I have to tell someone!

  I didn't move. Instead, I opened the remaining two videos. What I saw explained why I'd woken up with a sore asshole for the past two nights. The first video showed James spreading my cheeks before pushing himself into me. The second video showed me spreading for him. He fucked hard.

  "Like what you see?" said a voice from behind me.

  My heart jumped into my throat as I turned on James. "You fucking asshole! You are in some shit now!"

  He just smiled at me. "Ohh come on Britney, it's not like you didn't enjoy it. Turn up the volume a bit and listen to those moans you make. Or how you begged me last night to take you up the ass."

  "I'd never ask for that! There is no way I enjoyed any of that you sick fuck!"

  His eyebrow raised and his eyes slid down my body. "Then why are you touching yourself Britney? Why are your tits hard and your cunt wet?"

  "It's not..." I looked down and saw my hand, or rather my arm. My hand was hidden between my legs and for the first time since I'd started watching the videos, I realized that my fingers were buried deep inside of my pussy. My clit throbbed and my asshole clenched. What the hell did he do to me?!

  I pulled my hand out from between my legs. "Get out of my way!" I tried to dash by the lanky lab tech, but I didn't get far. His hand wrapped around my wrist before pulling me backwards. I lost my balance and fell into his open arms. As his grip on me tightened, I felt my feet leave the ground. He was carrying me back towards the bed. And in his hand were half a dozen thick leather straps.

  "No! No no no! Let me go you freak!" I kicked uselessly in the air as I twisted and squirmed to no avail. "Let me go!"

  His lips tickled my ear as he spoke. "Shhh. This is just a little setback Britney. This steps up the timetable a bit, but it shouldn't be a problem."

  "What the hell are you talking about?"

  "Seriously? You don't understand what's going on yet? I'm glad I had you dye your hair blonde."

  Wait, what? "You didn't make me dye my hair. I just wanted something different!"

  He chuckled as he threw me to the bed. I tried to scramble off of the other side but James was too fast for me. Before I could stop him, he had my wrist in a leather cuff lined with fur. He explained everything as he climbed on top of me. I struggled as best as I could, but even with his skinny arms, I couldn't overpower him.

  "You dyed your hair because I implanted the thought into that empty little head of yours while you slept. Just like how I got you to dress in lingerie last night or in that slutty little skirt you're wearing now. And when you go back to sleep, I'm going to finish training you. When you wake back up, all I'll have to do is snap my fingers and you'll drop to your knees and wrap those lips of yours around my cock. And if I snap again, you'll spread your legs and let me fuck you. Cunt or ass, it won't matter. You'll beg for both."

  His words hit me like a truck. The clothes, the hair, the make-up. It was all James. Ohh God this is real. This is real! He's going to brainwash me! He's going to turn me into a sex doll! "Please! Let me go James. We can still go out. We could be good together without all this. And I won't tell anyone. I promise!"

  He finished tightening the last of the restraints that he'd attached to the posts of the bed. With my wrists and ankles secured in thick cuffs and a wide leather strap across my chest and stomach, I wasn't going anywhere. He smiled as he picked up the headphones. I shook my head violently but he managed to fit the cups over my ears regardless. He walked away.

  "Why are you doing this?!"

  That stopped him. He turned back around and pulled one of the earpieces off. When I looked into his eyes, fury burned behind his glasses. "Because I can. And because girls like you won't talk to me unless they need something. You all want me to do your homework or fix your computers. Well it's my turn to get something from one of you." He leaned in close, his face hovering inches above my own. "Don't worry though. I'll make sure you're happy when I'm done with you. You won't know any better. I'll fuck you hard, make you moan, and put you away wet. Then when I'm done with you, you'll go about your day like normal. You'll love being nothing more than a hole for my cock."

  The earpiece snapped back against my head. I screamed again but James didn't care. Above me, the rainbow lights started to dance. Soft music filled my ears. My eyes grew heavy. I tried to fight the sleep that wanted to take me, and for a minute I succeeded by screaming so loud that I couldn't hear the music. But James ended my resistance with a thick rubber ball gag wedged between my teeth. I couldn't tune out the music after that. My eyes closed and the soft sounds carried me away.

  *****

  My jaw hurt as I opened my eyes. James was leaning over me, smiling. Deep dimples dug into his cheeks and his glasses hung down off of his nose. His eyes sparkled with warmth. I tried to smile back but something was stopping me. It wasn't until he tugged the ball gag from my mouth that I got the chance to show him how happy I was that he was here with me.

  I love James. He is my Master. I am his servant. James makes me happy.

  "How's my girl doing? Did you sleep well?"

  I nodded quickly.

  "Such a good girl. And I think good girls should get rewarded. Don't you agree?"

  I nodded again. I'm a good girl. James is my Master. He makes me happy.

  "Does my good girl want to be fucked? Would that be a good reward?"

  Like a bobble-head, I nodded again. I love James. His cock makes me happy.

  "Well then, what kind of guy would I be if I said no to my girl?" He climbed up onto the bed.

  I craned my neck as I watched him. He hadn't loosened my restraints so raising my head off the pillow was about all I could do. The cuffs from last night had me spread-
eagle on the bed and unable to move. I hoped he would remove the restraints so I could run my hands all over his perfect body, but it wasn't for me to ask to be let go. If Master wanted me strapped down, then I would stay strapped down.

  Wake up Britney.

  His pants were off now. I could see his cock, thick and strong, as it bobbed in front of him. I tried to wiggle my hips and spread my legs wider, but with all of the leather bindings, I could barely move an inch. "Please fuck me James. Take my pussy. I'm so wet!"

  He pushed up my shirt, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard, and had been since I'd woken up. I gasped as he wrapped his fingers around my pink peaks and twisted them harshly. His touch hurt at first, but morphed into something wonderful. Yet the pleasure from his hands on my breasts was a pale shadow compared to the feeling of his cock piercing me for the first of what I hoped was many times today.

  He drove his hips forward."Ohh! You feel so good James. So big!" Inch by wonderful inch, my Master slid into me. His cock hit against my back wall and sent shudders through my body. I pulled against the leather cuffs, trying to grab at him, but all I could do was lie there as he slid back out. It was maddening. "Please fuck me James! Fuck me hard!"

  He smiled and dropped down to plant a kiss on my mouth. And as soon as he pulled his head away, his hips drove forward again, hard and fast. My body shook again. Each thrust was like heaven and soon enough the intense pressure that I'd feel in my core before I came started to build. With every stroke my Master brought me closer to my impending orgasm. But I couldn't get it yet. I had to wait for James. His pleasure was my pleasure.

  A steady stream of moans escaped from my mouth. The rhythm of his hips increased, making it that much harder to resist coming before my Master. But now that he was thrusting faster, I could see he was close too. And when his hips finally stopped, I nearly screamed. My whole body shook as an orgasm rushed through me. And as my pussy clamped down on James, his cock swelled, filling me with his load.

  James is my Master. His cock makes me happy.

  My Master collapsed on top of me, with his cock still buried within, pumping cum deep into my body. Another wave of pleasure rolled over me as he kissed my neck. His fingers worked the straps of my wrist restraints while my hands flexed and my toes curled down.

  James makes me come. His cock makes me happy.

  My hands slipped free of the wrist cuffs. James pulled out and went to work on the ankle restraints next. I hugged myself while I waited.

  James is my Master. James is a bad man.

  My brow wrinkled. I looked up at my lover and questioned the tiny voice in my head. Images of angry eyes and heated words filled me. James is a bad man. Wake up Britney. Run! My hands fumbled with the chest restraints. My feet were free now and James helped by loosening the stomach strap while I worked the one across my chest. My head pounded and my heart raced as I rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Run! James is my Master. Master is a bad man. His cock makes me happy.

  I closed my eyes and tried to sort out the voices in my head. My memory was fuzzy, but I remembered the anger I'd felt for him yesterday. What happened? I tried to remember, but my head just hurt more. Something was wrong. Run Britney! Just run! I started to stand.

  But when I felt a tap on my shoulder, the voices didn't matter anymore. James needed me. Master needed me. My eyes opened and I came face to face with his glistening cock, still wet with my juices. I lifted my eyes towards James'. He smiled and pointed at his dick. "I think my girl knows what to do when she's on her knees."

  My hand wrapped around his shaft without thinking about it. My mouth opened and my head slid forward. My body was on autopilot and all I could do was watch as his cock slipped between my lips, with the taste of his salty cum mixed with my sweet juices landing on my tongue. My head bobbed quickly while my tongue lashed out, making sure to lick every square inch of his shaft.

  Why can't I remember? Why is James bad? As I sucked, I ran through old memories in my head. I remembered my first day in college, and my first sleepless night too. I remembered friends, teachers, co-workers. But as I came closer to the present, my mind turned to mush. All I could remember was James. James is my Master. James makes me happy.

  He tapped my shoulder again. His cock popped free of my mouth as my body dropped to the floor in front of him. My hips rose while my head dropped to the ground. My asshole tensed, then relaxed. I knew what was coming. Master wanted my tight asshole. And I wanted to give it to him. But another memory, an older memory, pushed its way to the surface of my thoughts.

  My first boyfriend in college. Big, strong, handsome. He'd tried to take my ass once and the pain drove me to tears. I vowed that day that I'd never try it again. James in my ass makes me happy. James is my Master. James is a bad man.

  James did this. James broke me.

  His hands fell to my hips as he moved into place behind me. My heart started to race as his hands ran over my ass cheeks. He slapped one side, then the other.

  "Spread those cheeks. Show me that asshole. Tell me how much you want it."

  No. I hate anal. James is a bad man. "I... I don't..." My mouth was dry and my head pounded with every word that formed on my tongue. "I don't want you... I don't want you in my ass!" I tried to stand up, but James just pushed me to the floor. He tapped me on my shoulder again. Like a reset switch, I pushed my ass back into the air and dropped my head to the floor. James in my ass makes me happy.

  "Well I was hoping that last session would have been enough, but I guess not." His hands dropped back to my hips. "Another round tonight should fix your attitude problem though. Now show me that asshole Britney. Don't you want to be my good girl?"

  I tried to fight James, but my body wouldn't obey. My hands reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. I closed my eyes as he pressed forward, and grit my teeth when his thick member pushed against my tight hole. His hips thrust forward and I gasped, half in pleasure, half in pain. My mind fogged as my hands dropped back to the floor and I pushed my hips backwards.

  "That's my good girl. Take it all. Show me how much you want that cock in your ass."

  James just held my hips. He wasn't the one thrusting this time. As he knelt behind me, I pushed myself backwards and pulled myself forward, taking his dick as deep as it would go. He barely fit, and each time I impaled myself on his rod, pain flooded me. But underneath the pain was a sea of pleasure. Each thrust sent my clit wild, begging to be touched. My fingers dipped between my legs and slowly rubbed my aching button.

  "Look at you now. See how much you like being my little bitch? And tomorrow you'll crave it even more. Every night, I'll teach you new commands. Every night, you'll love me just a little bit more. Doesn't that sound nice?"

  James is my Master. James makes me happy. "Yes Master." My hips picked up speed. "I want to be your bitch!"

  James pulled me close, keeping me from thrusting backwards. I felt him swell again, and the thought of him filling my tight ass with his cum sent my hand wild over my clit. By the time he was done inside of me, another orgasm was rolling through my core. He pulled out and I sunk to the floor, letting my pleasure run its course.

  He nudged me with a foot as he stood up. I turned over onto my back and looked up at my Master. Tall, lean, handsome. He was everything I wanted. James makes me happy.

  "Clean up and get back in bed. You still need a little work. You want to be the best girl you can be for me. Right?"

  "Yes James. I want to be your good girl. I want to be your little bitch."

  *****

  I sat in class and tapped my pencil against my desk as I watched the second hand slowly spin around. I was finally sleeping at night, but my grades were slipping even faster now. I didn't care though. All that mattered to me now was getting home to James so I could please him.

  I caught the man next to me running his eyes up and down my body. He was big, with thick arms and a square jaw. Memories of old boyfriends, with equally big arms and chiseled abs, bubbled to the surface.
What did I ever see in them? James is the only man I need. James makes me happy. But I let the man next to me look. James liked other men checking me out. That's why I wore my short skirts and low cut tops that he bought for me. They could look all they wanted, but my body was for Master only.

  And as the class let out, I stood up quickly, making sure to bend over just enough that the muscled Adonis sitting next to me caught a peek of my perfect pussy as I bent over to get my book bag. When I heard him cough in shock, I smiled and straightened back up.

  I hurried back home with thoughts of James, and only James, in my head. He'd fucked me before I went to class, but I was craving him again. Maybe if I hurried, he would let me suck him off before he went to the sleep lab. He'd been spending a lot of time there in the last few weeks, leaving me alone and horny in our shared apartment. But he promised he would be spending more time at home once the new girl was trained up.

  I couldn't wait.

  James is my Master. James makes me happy.

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