A Mind to Contain

The screen burned the swirling, twisting mass of colour and light deeper into Carla's blank, wide eyes, saucers absorbing their every ebb and flow. Naked on her knees before the screen, Carla's limp, docile limbs lay at rest beside her thighs, her wrists tilted at angles on the carpet. Her only body part making any movement was the tender lips of her vagina as they were massaged by the delicately feminine touch of Madame Ruviera's fingers.

'You obey my every command...'

'Obey your every command...'

'Your pleasure is born from obedience.'

'Pleasure born from obedience.'

'Your mind belongs to my will, your body mine to control...'

Mind belongs to your will... Body yours to control...'

Ruviera's ruthless yet tender programming seeped into Carla's ear from merely inches away, whispered to her in silky tones by Ruviera as she rhythmically played patterns at her pussy. Carla's deep, heavy breathing carried the echoing whispers of her programming as Ruviera intoned them to her. Ruviera knelt behind Carla's form, tucked up close - her silk-clothed body sensual and bare, yet not revealing herself completely. Her other hand played in tender strokes up Carla's side, occasionally hooking around to grasp and tease at Carla's breast or run a digit along her pucker. After some time injecting her programming, Ruviera placed her lips softly against the edge of Carla's ears, kissing lightly at her skin, nibbling her lobe. With an almost imperceptible whisper, she gave Carla a command, and as her fingers sped up into a rapid, vibrating oscillation at her cunt, Carla's eyes fluttered and she began to cum. Ruviera held her as she came, letting her lean into her arm, helping her release and cradling her as she shook and jerked. When she was done, Ruviera leaned her gently back to her position and ordered she reopen her eyes. Carla did so, and immediately allowed herself to be sucked back into the spirals, instantly deep in her trance once more, her mind never allowed to be free, always gripped by the trance or overwhelmed by orgasm. Once she was under, Ruviera began again, working her paced rhythm at her pussy, stroking her side, whispering commands into Carla's mind.

The clock on the wall read ten thirty. The sun had gone down; the day had passed.

Carla had been put under not long after she'd been found by Ruviera; at roughly 11 AM.

With a soft squeak and the click of the handle, the door to the downstairs room opened. Ruviera didn't turn, nor did she pause her motion at Carla's crotch.

'Some dinner, Mistress.' Ruviera's slave offered her. A plate was clasped in one hand; a tall glass of fresh water was held in the other. She wore nothing but a set of modest yet attractive blue satin panties.

'Set it down on the table.' Ruviera ordered evenly, her attention on Carla. She whispered another intonation to her subject. Ruviera's servant, careful to keep her gaze averted from the laptop screen, padded across the carpet and placed the meal on the desk not far from Ruviera. She paused, preparing to ask her Mistress if there was anything else. As she watched, starting at the back of the head of the naked Carla, she thought better of it and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

As she left, she heard the muted moans of Carla as Ruviera ordered her next orgasm. The previously similarly programmed woman paused again on the other side of the door, her hand still on the handle. She thought, though what about, she wasn't sure. Then, she moved away, back towards the kitchen.

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The slave girl opened the door to the bedroom and stepped inside. She carried another plate and water, freshly prepared. Down the hallway, behind the shut door of the back room, Ruviera's hypnotic induction continued with Carla. Occasionally, a moaned word or hushed line could be heard coming from behind it.

It was a bedroom, dark inside. The blinds were closed and the bed occupied. As she stepped in, the slave caught the scent of sex hanging in the air - the occupant of the bed hadn't showered or cleaned up since the orgy he'd taken party in the night before. Walking to the small desk and placing the plate down, the bare-chested servant moved to the bed and gently shook the shoulder of Nathan as he slept. He woke with a groggy start and blinked up at her blankly. Slowly, he reached up to wipe his face, rolling onto his back. Pointing to the food, the girl motioned him to get up, before turning to leave the room. As she moved to the door, she turned to glance over her shoulder and watched as the covers were thrown off Nathan's bare form as he sat up, revealing a firm erection underneath. She gazed at it for a moment, thinking. Carefully, she turned to the door and leaned outside, peering down the dark hallway. The lights were off, everything was dark. Only the dim glimmer of the flickering whiteness coming from the glaring laptop screen could be seen bouncing through from under the door. Ruviera and her subject were quiet, at least for the moment.

Turning back, the enslaved girl looked again at the firm member of Nathan. He was looking over at her, silent and questioning, not moving to take his delivered sandwich. The shadow of his form, his sweat-stained skin glinting lightly in the dim light from the window, sat poised. Waiting, perhaps, for her. Deep inside the reprogrammed mind of the slave girl, her breathing beginning to hitch a little, firmly rooted directives sparred. One ordered her to give pleasure wherever it was sought, as was Ruviera's personal prerogative, a program installed in her brain that would override her thoughts and compel her to engage in any form of copulation as soon as it was insinuated. The other, however, equally as deeply set in her mind, was obedience. She was programmed, ordered to server her Mistress, and she did it with conviction and utter acceptance. Ruviera owned her; she did as she was ordered by her Mistress and did it willingly. Ruviera had ordered her to take care of the place while she saw to the intruders, which she was doing now. However, her duties were done, and it had been Ruviera herself that had programmed her insatiable desire to sexually please others...

Closing the door again, the female stepped back towards Nathan and dropped to her knees swiftly and readily. Her lips were melting around his still firm cock before he had time to speak, and as she began to suck him deeper into her mouth, she felt the blissful reward of her own arousal sweeping familiarly into her groin as she was rewarded for obeying her programming. Quickly, Nathan leaned back, warming with speed to this sudden change of attitude from the girl. She worked magic on his meat and quickly he found his morning wood thickening, hardening to full arousal as his body became aware that it was action time. The girl's head bobbed back and forth, easily taking his length down her throat despite the pressure on her insides it exerted and the depth it plunged to. Seemingly possessing no gag reflex, the engorged slave girl slackened her jaw and sucked, tightening her cheeks around his shaft and helping to massage his member to the fullest extent she could. It worked. Nathan's cock started to throb, and actively lubricate, the salty taste of his pre-cum seeping into the back of her mouth and down her throat. She redoubled her efforts and bobbed faster, fucking him with her mouth, his cock sliding easier and easier into her throat as she pushed herself along him, spurred on by the rapidly widening wet patch at her own crotch.

It didn't take her long. As she fucked him with her face, pressing her little nose into his navel, the slave girl's cheeks puffing as she bobbed, Nathan groaned. She was working him like a porn star, twisting his base in her fingers and cupping his balls with her free hand, never letting up for a moment, seemingly even to breathe. As she felt her own thighs chill in the night air from her own leaking wetness, the hypnotically enslaved female did what she'd seen Carla do the night before, and readied herself for the plunge, sucking in a lung full of air and tensing her throat. She looked up her forehead at Nathan, meeting his gaze as he stared down in wonder at her in the darkness. Without a word from either of them, she plunged down his length, sucking him in down to the base, her lips pressed against his lightly haired navel. She could feel his thick helmet wide and firm in her own neck, stretching her. She didn't gag, but the taste of his wetness in her pipes made her cough. It did the trick. Nathan exploded and the girl felt his penis pulse, seemingly wriggling deeper inside her mouth on its own, the pressure of his contraction tightening the space inside the cavity she had provided his member.

Nathan came, unloading into the slave girl's throat, his cock pulsating as he unleashed. The sensation of her throat contracting around him was intense, unbelievable - he hadn't known another girl who'd been able to take him like Carla did. Her method of oral sex was unbelievable and his weakness, always making him cum as she'd buried him entirely down her throat and let herself gag on him to cause him to blow. It worked for her, and it was working for the magical little slave girl now as his entirely hidden cock released his semen into her. She swallowed readily, taking everything, and incredibly, she managed to keep him there for a solid thirty seconds or so before pulling back, sliding him out of her mouth in a sticky, stringy mess of saliva and semen in one fluid motion that felt like his cock being removed from the mouth of a goddess. As she panted before him, licking her lips and leaning in again quickly to suckle up the rest of his load as his orgasm subsided, Nathan stared down at her.

'Who are you?' He breathed after a while as he watched her lick, suckle and kiss as his length, holding him by the shaft and cleaning him of any remaining wetness with lips that felt like pillowy soft cushions.

Not pausing in between lippy kisses at his head and helmet, she looked up at him. Eventually, she answered him.

'Taira.' She said softly between licks and sucks as he softened in her gentle grip. She pronounced it modestly, almost timidly, but she knew it. It wasn't something implanted by her Mistress, Ruviera - Nathan could tell that much.

'Taira. That's beautiful.' Nathan breathed. He watched her let him go, and start licking her own fingers instead as he became fully flaccid once more. 'Tell me... Why did you do that?' He questioned her softly. Again, she looked at him, taking a long time before she answered.

'I must pleasure anyone who needs it.' She responded simply. 'I can't resist. I don't want to.'

'How did you know I needed it?'

'I could just tell. Tell by that.' Taira indicated his cock, reddened and limp.

'What about last night, with Carla?' Nathan continued, sitting up straighter.

'Same.'

'Even through her suit?'

'Yeah.' Taira responded meekly, as though shy even to speak around him. Nathan guessed she probably didn't speak very much in her regular life with only Ruviera as a companion. He distantly wondered how much you spoke when you were programmed to fuck every naked body you saw.

'Thank you. That was incredible.' Nathan told her. He couldn't see it, but the corner of her mouth tweaked ever so slightly when he said it, and the wetness at her thighs returned as she felt her insides quiver.

'Don't mention it.' She replied. 'I should go.'

'Wait-' Nathan replied, but Taira had already begun to get up. Before he could stop her, she was heading for the door. A moment later, it was open and she was through and away, the door shutting behind her bubbly white-and-blue coloured behind. Nathan couldn't be sure, but he thought he caught the fleeting scent of feminine arousal in the air behind her. With a rueful smile, he guessed he wasn't the only one getting pleasure out of what had just happened.

Stretching, he got up and found the sandwich and water on the desk before him. He glanced towards the door, then back to the desk. At an impulse, he shrugged and sat down to eat.

The speaker in the corner of the room sat in the shadows, its MP3 player silent, the recording on it long since finishing its playback hours before Nathan had been awoken by the girl. Nathan never noticed it, and he wouldn't until long after it would matter to him. Besides, its contents were now buried deep in the darkness of his subconscious, angling his thoughts and tempering his actions. It wouldn't matter if he found out; it was too late for Nathan.

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The naked cunt of Ruviera was the first thing Carla saw. Without a thought, she leaned towards it, reaching out to grasp Ruviera's hips. Her body moved on its own, acted of its own accord, and Carla agreed with everything it did. Before she could process her own actions, her tongue was buried in Ruviera's sopping depths, and her taste was heaven to Carla, driving her insane, sending her own cunt springing to wetness. Hooking one hand around her target's backside and working two digits into Ruviera's pussy from the bottom with the other, Carla quickly and efficiently put her skills as a sex slave to work, working up a storm at Ruviera's sex cave. She was pleased to find her efforts at penetrating Ruviera with both hands rewarded as she felt her finger slip into her copulating partner's pucker and tense around the it, feeling the reaction inside Ruviera's pussy instantly as she contracted. Her own pussy tingling at the positive progress, Carla's lips went into overdrive and started a suction on Ruviera's clit that would have put a vacuum to shame, expertly working her hood aside and attacking the tender bud underneath with vigour. It didn't take her long, and as her sawing fingers worked up to a blur at the base of her Mistress's dripping hole and her suckling lips secured themselves in a seal around her rosebud, Carla was delightedly rewarded when she felt the flow of Ruviera's orgasm running into her mouth as she shook and tensed above her. Carla clamped onto her pussy, drinking down her Mistress's juices whilst also still working at her clit, encouraging her to deliver more of the delicious fluid to her, when a sound rang out around her and Carla's world exploded into a blistering blur of light and sensation.

Her cunt exploding spontaneously, Carla forcibly disengaged from Ruviera's crotch as her orgasm burst to life inside her, sending her into an uncontrollable fit of spasms and shakes. Her legs clenched hard around a length that didn't exist and her eyes rolled back as a wetness that was entirely her own quickly seeped down her own passageways and out of her widening, pulsing lips. The clicker was well programmed inside her and Carla's mind was a landscape of winds and sands, waters and storms, devoid of any singular thought entirely, completely and utterly overtaken by the pleasure. The world was gone to her, her body not on the carpet but in space, her brain not controlling her muscles and tendons but rather receiving commands from them, every sense inside her disabled while one singular overload of feeling exploded like a chain of orgasmic dynamite inside her mind. It robbed her of will and destroyed her personality, rendering her a shivering, shaking, dripping mess on the floor.

When, eventually, it subsided inside her, Carla slowly returned to the present, and the second she did so she bowed herself to her Mistress, leaning low and mewling a soft whisper at her, her entire world indebted in a thankful worship to the woman who had given her these sensations and the ability to experience them. She kissed Ruviera's foot in total admiration. Not a single thought came near her mind that wasn't to do with Her.

'Good slave.' Ruviera's voice boomed, at least to Carla's mind, like the voice of God. Her pussy tingled and twitched at the praise, and Carla's thoughts of worship doubled instantly. Already she was wetting once more, despite the still ebbing pulsations of her previous orgasm.

'You were a naughty woman, an enemy, an intruder, a thief, a scoundrel and a criminal. You tried to subdue me and you engaged in sexual intercourse with a woman who was not yours to copulate with. The woman you were does not deserve your life any longer.' Carla shied back, whimpering. The words of her deeds, especially against her Mistress, stung, cutting deep into her. She felt complete and utter remorse, her hatred of her actions against Her like visible brands on her skin. The shame burned her cheeks a bright pink, and if that had been all Ruviera had said to Carla, she would have cried and broken down in dismay.

'I have given you the freedom to leave that pathetic female behind and start again; as my slave, free from fear and failure, existing only to give and receive pleasure at my command. However, you must choose.' Carla's face was the picture of pleading, her quivering chin stilled only slightly by the knowledge that there was a way she could absolve herself of her sins against Mistress. 'Agree, and I will free you from your past and cleanse you of your wrongdoings, and you may start your new life as my servant in a life of pleasure and bliss by my side. Deny, and you shall be shackled to your past forever, and you shall never experience joy again for as long as you live your miserable, sexless existence.'

Carla almost burst out with agreeance before Ruviera finished talking, so keen was she to agree to the terms. If the consequences of her denying the offer were simply to go back to her life free of change, she still would have chosen yes. Carla couldn't imagine a world without her Mistress.

'Do you agree?' Ruviera asked, standing infinitely tall and powerful above the cowering Carla. The words spluttered in a flurry from Carla's mouth, tumbling over one another in a rush to exit her body.

'Then so be it.' Ruviera breathed. She raised her hand, and Carla shied away.

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One week later...

Carla strode through the pouring rain, shivering. Although she wore three layers of thick clothing, the cold still bore straight through, cutting into her skin and chilling her to the bone.

It was storming and the weather was ugly. Battering winds and lashing rain nearly bore the slim Carla off her feet several times, and it was only by stumbling forwards that she managed to keep herself upright. Despite how cold the rain was on her skin, she wasn't sure she'd be able to get up again if she landed in one of the deep puddles alongside the road. She gritted her teeth in these times and dug her fingernails into her palms, furious determination driving her onwards.

It was late, deep into the evening. Nathan was gone, called back to the office twice in two nights to work. Before that, he had been distant from her, and the time they had had together had been mostly dull and sexless. The small times they had fucked, it had been Carla doing the work, and whether due to time, energy, or just Nathan's post-sex tiredness, Carla hadn't received much attention herself in the bedroom. Carla was on her own out here, much as she had been feeling elsewhere, and far from home, on her way out here to an appointment. Why they had to be open at this time of night, on a night like this, she'd never know. But here she was. With any luck, they'd have a towel when she got in.

It was some 500 metres up the street, but to Carla's shaking, soaked form, it felt like 500 miles. The sidewalk passed by in agonizing slowness as Carla took one numb step after the other, driving herself forward despite the horrid conditions. She barely knew where she was, and barely cared much more. She just kept going, pushing to make it to the place, even if only so she could crumble at their doorstep and sleep through the rest of this cursed night.

Eventually, it appeared. One last building, the lights blazing inside. Carla strode across the puddle-soaked car park out front and reached the door, not before tumbling over a pocket in the asphalt and collapsing on her face in the wet. Somehow, she managed to drag herself back to her feet and waddle the rest of the way to the veranda, reaching the glowing door. She yanked it open and fell inside.