And here is the last full chapter!
Chapter 12: All Good Things
Drool is flying out of Dave's mouth and into my ear. If he were a Bernard Shepard, I might find it only mildly annoying. But considering he's leaning over me and giggling, I'm ready to yank on the tongue hanging out of his mouth and rip it out of his snickering skull. But I can't take my eyes off the computer screen as he shows me his latest video of him and Brittney.
Apparently after I left them together last night, he and Brittney really went hog wild, and he has the video documentation to prove how huge a hog he really is. Brittney has been tied up by, what looks to me like, twenty different ropes. Her arms are pinned behind her so far that from the front I can't tell if she even has any arms. Her torso is streaked with a dozen ropes crisscrossing her chest and stomach, and her arms and legs are wrapped around so tightly that I'm trying to figure out if she's able to get any blood to her extremities. She is gagged and blindfolded with two or three ropes around her neck forcing her head back. "Watch what happens here!" Dave says with a giggle like he ingested enough helium to literally walk his hog-like carcass on air.
Dave enters the video from one side with a mask over his face, but I have unfortunately seen his hairy ass enough times to know beyond a shadow of a doubt who it is, even if he wasn't excitedly hunched over my shoulder right now. In the video, he throws her down on the bed and pulls her ass up so that she is on her knees with her torso and shoulders down. I watch him pull her buttocks apart and cram his stumpy penis into her ass.
Before long he is rocking himself back and forth, and Brittney is being shoved every which way helplessly. Even with the mask on, I can tell Dave has his tongue hanging out like he does whenever he gets horny. And as often happens, he humps her for what has to be a minute and a half before he stops. He pulls his dick out of her and furiously uses his hand to jack off so that small streams of cum shoot onto her body.
"Wasn't that awesome?" he asks me expectantly. Here's the thing, I've been watching this video for ten minutes. I don't even want to relive those previous minutes that involve whips, dildos, a generous helping of some cream, and a few other sex tools I didn't even recognize. Yeah, she's got a hot body and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that Dave has taken on the project of entertaining Brittney so that I don't have to anymore.
But if I'm totally honest, watching Dave's bald head and furry, rotund body humping someone, even someone with nice tits like Brittney, just doesn't do it for me. But of course, I want to encourage Dave so the last thing I want to be is totally honest. "Oh yeah, that was great! You should, like, sell that video to someone!"
I meant that in an ironic, tongue in cheek kind of way, but all of a sudden, Dave stands up straight so that I can almost literally see a light bulb floating over his head turning itself on. "Yeeeeeah, maybe I could do that." Oh shit, now these crappy videos of his are going to live for eternity on the Internet. I can just imagine some alien species coming across all our planet's digital knowledge to learn more about our culture and civilization and being subjected to watching Dave's hairy ass fucking Brittney with all her ropes and gags. I shudder to think how an advanced species would judge our planet based on Dave's dwarfish cock being shoved into Brittney's wet pussy.
"So you're going to see her again tonight?" I ask Dave, desperate to change the focus away from his crappy video.
"Oh yeah, she literally begged me to come back again. I don't know how you knew, but you were right, she is totally into me!" The reason I knew, of course, is that I used the hypnotic codeword to program her to be attracted to Dave and interested in all his twisted bondage crap, but I wasn't about to tell him anything.
"That's great, I'm happy for you." I smiled at him as best I could, but I was having trouble faking it today. Dave thanks me again as he scoops up his flash drive and lumbers down the aisle of cubes at our work. I was happy for him, but I was miserable for myself.
Ever since I learned that Tasha has her own hypnotic codeword that Brittney has been using to keep Tasha dumb, gullible, and horny, I have been racking my brain trying to come up with reasons why I should leave everything the way it is. I tried convincing myself that Tasha is happier this way and that she is being gratified in ways she could never be satisfied in if she went back to the way she was. I figured she didn't have any other friends anyway because surely she would hang out with any other fucking person in the world than Brittney if she had any choice at all. I researched online to look for studies that showed that hypnosis doesn't really change anyone's personality, it only amplifies personality traits that already exist so that I could claim, to myself at least, that the hypnosis didn't truly change her at all, that every carnal act we had engaged in was something in some way she wanted to do.
Oh believe me, I spent so much time thinking of every moral justification my perverted mind could conjure up in order to convince myself that I would be the biggest fucking fool in the world to do anything to change my current situation. I had met a woman with gargantuan breasts who is willing to suck my cock and let me fuck her every way imaginable, and all I had to do to keep the situation going was to shut my fucking mouth and not change one iota of anything.
Just the thought of Tasha last night wearing nothing but black stockings and a choker on her knees eagerly putting my stiff dick into her open mouth gives me a hard on so that I have to roll myself under my keyboard lest some passing coworkers see the increasing bulge in my pants. My eyes droop as I remember what her mouth feels like, wet and warm, as my cock slides in and out as her tongue laps up the explosion of cum shooting out and filling her throat. I remember what her wet pussy feels like when the swollen, spongy walls of her vagina tighten around my cock. I remember that her ass was so mind-blowingly tight that I could barely shove my cock inside her, let alone move around, so that when I finally came, my jism would splooge all over her backside and drip down into the small of her back. And of course I remember the feel and weight of her tits against my hands when my fingers dug into her soft flesh and were buried within her amazing bosoms. I remember every second of every moment I fucked her perfect body... wait, where was I going with this? Oh right, so why oh why on earth do I want to change any of this?
I already know the answer, of course. The woman I'm in love with is not the woman she chose to be. The woman I know isn't the woman she is, or at least the woman she wants to be. Sure, maybe the hypnosis can't create a new personality, and maybe it's only bringing out parts of her psyche that have been subsumed and have been yearning to come out. But it's not what she consciously chooses to be.
And a few weeks ago, I would have been more than happy to selfishly use her as my personal fuck toy for as long as I wanted with no moral compunction to change anything at all. If I had to keep her hypnotized so that I could keep her on her back with her tits jiggling underneath me as I repeatedly fucked her drenched pussy, then by god that's exactly what I would have done. But I can't do that anymore. Not now. Not since I admitted to myself that I love her.
