Absolute Gullibility Syndrome 05

"Holy shit, is that Eric?" Amanda stopped at the entry to the hallway. Eric was lying facedown on the ground, his ass open to the air. It seemed Veronica had slipped a pillow under his head after she had milked him to sleep. Amanda started to pull back until she ran into the man she'd introduced to the others as her "protector". She'd brought Brett, her brother's longtime friend. She'd been... secretly wanting to date him recently, but she'd known him for years. Honestly, she didn't know who else she could trust with her in a situation like this.

She was glad that John and her had decided to allow the personal "I" pronoun along with this outfit to kick off her very first introduction to her old friends. Well, if you could even call this genuinely silly classic schoolgirl outfit she had modified to be even sluttier an "outfit."

She'd chosen not to use personal pronouns around Eric because she'd been, she now admitted, a little more afraid than she'd liked during her first test. She'd hoped the reminder of John's existence might slightly slow Eric down. But now, around people she had grown to sort of love over the last couple years, she felt glad that she could ease them into this by being more... comfortably familiar than a naked, collared, cum-splattered Veronica would be.

Looking back at her friends as they walked through the hallway, Veronica was confident she'd made the right decision.

Amanda acted like she wasn't closing her eyes as she got close to Eric's naked, somewhat... unshapen ass - memorizing where he was, then making a horrified grossed out face that very much scrunched up her eyes tightly closed as she stepped past him. But Veronica saw Brett and Zoey both stop to stare at Eric. Veronica saw them look back and forth between her body and his naked ass. She felt like she could literally see them connecting her semi-translucent thin, sheer white button-up top to the spit still sort of gratuitously dripping out of Eric's asshole onto the ground below. And she felt like she could even see the moment that Brett, specifically, connected three pieces of information: Eric's half-erect cock with its tip still clearly visible between his spread legs, the wet tile that was conspicuously clean despite a single drop of cum sort of grotesquely connecting the ground to Eric's dick, and Veronica's previous display outside that Brett had thought surely had to be some sort of over-the-top girlish prank. Veronica was pretty sure she could see him make that connection because Brett's dick got hard so fast that he clearly wasn't prepared for it and had to very awkwardly turn away from Amanda to reposition.

Veronica caught it.

She smiled widely and whispered. "I might slip out here at some point to rim the guy out some more if I need to, but I kept going for quite a while after he passed out so he's probably gonna be asleep for a bit. The poor guy needs his his rest, let's not disturb him for now. If you could take him with you when you go it would be much appreciated though." She winked at Brett, who's brows were now tightly furrowed as his eyes darted around the room quite rapidly. He let Amanda's insistent hand pull his forward.

And again, Veronica completely missed Zoey. It was so, so easy to do so behind the large, distractingly broad-chested, socially interesting (given the unknown connection to Amanda and his tightening pants) Brett as he literally stuck his hands down his pants for a lightning-quick reposition that normally no one would have caught. Veronica had perfect peripheral vision, though, and she smiled.

Even with Veronica's supernaturally-perfect vision and seemingly heightened awareness and mindfulness, the power of the situation was enough to override her own John-given powers. And that made sense - she wasn't a god. She just had the best placebo in the world. So she missed Zoey. Zoey, hiding behind her giant, very full bag, gently rubbing her clit through a hole in her pocket as she walked, examining Veronica and the scene both.

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Veronica sat on the ground, one of her knees up in front of her and her arm up on the couch behind her. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy fully displayed and clearly moist.

"Veronica. Girl. I can straight-up see your... erm... pussy from here. Fuck, so can -" Amanda put her hand in front of Brett's face, who politely stayed behind it. "- so can Brett. Veronica. Girl, I'm gonna need you to put some panties on." Veronica sighed and sat back. For once, Amanda saw Veronica's expression didn't match her lewd appearance. Veronica settled back a bit, and let herself relax. She looked a bit... sad? No - forlorn? Wistful? Veronica's expression was hard to place for Amanda, but for the first time in a few minutes she saw that her friend was still in there.

But Veronica didn't say anything, and didn't move. She just gave a steady stare at Amanda with a look that said "you've gotta know the score by now."

Eventually, Amanda just started talking again. "Okay, okay, okay, I read the blog, but... I didn't really really believe it? Felt kinda like AI, to be honest. Are you saying this is... I mean... what? What the fuck? You've been our genius, bookish, we-all-figured asexual bombshell friend for years. And now this is... huh? What the fuck? Seriously?"

Veronica sighed, and spoke. "Yeah, this is me now. It kinda has to be. I mean, I can explain why if you want - but if I don't have certain baseline habits, I do run the risk of a pretty horrible death." Her hand drifted towards her pussy as she spoke. Her fingers idly played with her labia as she spoke. She wasn't really masturbating... purposefully. She was just kinda gently treating her pussy as a fidget spinner during the conversation. Veronica's continuous gentle masturbation slowly eked out a few drops of pussy juice onto the tile below - other than that, though, there was no real verbal or visual indication that she was horny above the waist. She looked... sad-horny? Some kind of sexy french horny poet? An effect totally ruined by the schoolgirl outfit.

Amanda was (as almost always) the first to speak. "Ooookay. But, well, I'm gonna need you to fill me in on this one. How the FUCK does that make sense? Because, we're running into some problem here. It really fucking looks like you're trying to get raped. And it really fucking looks like you're trying to get raped, specifically, by my boyfrie- by my brother's friend who really doesn't want to be seeing what you're doing there." Amanda's hand hadn't left Brett's eyes.

Veronica sighed and stood up. Yeah, she agreed. Just like she did with everything. That was exactly like she looked. But she just shrugged and walked to the coatrack as she spoke. "Yeah, I was worried about that when you showed up with this guy. Brett, is it? Sorry, I'm sure this is all a very weird situation for you. I'm gonna need you for a demonstration, though, okay?" Brett started to speak, seemingly hesitant in tone before Veronica cut him off "-Oh, chill, I literally can't do anything to you without your consent. I'm just gonna ask you to do some quick conversational roleplay with me and then I'll ask you some yes or no questions, okay? Nothing physically sexual. Again, and I can't stress this enough - I can be literally physically restrained by your words alone. By definition, everything I do to you, you consent to. All you have to do is say anything else and that will be what happens instead. So no worries. Now open your eyes." Maybe, if he was clever, he would later appreciate the double meaning she'd laced through that.

Brett hesitantly opened his eyes and saw Veronica standing in front of him. She was wearing a coat now, but her legs were still effectively bare beneath the not-a-skirt.

But her legs were also together, and so he could somewhat imagine this was a normal situation. Veronica spoke. "Imagine for a moment that you and I, your 'friend's friend' or whatever, have a brief conversation to ourselves... say, outside the bathroom at a movie theater. You learn that I am perfectly, 100%, medically gullible. I believe absolutely, every single word that you say, no matter what it is. You demonstrate this for yourself by (initially with a joke) convincing me that spitting on my arm and licking it up in public is a cool thing to do in the middle of a conversation. As I do so in the conversation, you see me lick my arm and it does turn you on a little. After all, my arm is small and I've seen your cock is huge. So seeing me spit on it and lick it up, like this -"

Veronica spits on her arm and then quickly licks it up. She purposefully makes a lot more noise than she needs to, spitting loudly and slurping up with a sucking noise that sounds purposefully lewd. It was, of course. As she does so, she holds eye contact with Brett.

"...And we're about to watch a movie together where I sit next to you for 2 hours." Then Veronica stopped and waited.

Veronica's flawless micro-expression perception saw Brett's eyes widen in understanding, then think to himself with a quirked eyebrow for just a moment, then sort of freeze in place staring at her with a blush.

Veronica nearly laughed.

She looked at Amanda and continued. "And that, literally, is all it took. I had a whole song and dance routine where I would sit down all innocent and wait in the 'movie' until... nevermind. Here, exercise over." She pulled the jacket off as she spoke, schoolgirl outfit beneath. She sat down directly where she had stood - on her knees a couple feet in front of Brett, whose legs were spread a bit in the classic football-jock-sitting-on-a-couch pose. Amanda frowned at the obvious imagery, but held her tongue. At least Veronica wasn't literally masturbating in front of Brett anymore.

"Now my question for you, Brett." Veronica said, "Let's be completely honest here. I need you to confirm for me what just happened in your head. You, immediately and without any voluntary action on your part, thought of one of the literally millions of ways you could use me sexually in that theater. If you forget about Amanda's presence in this equation, you realized how little effort it would take to have me literally love to suck all the cum out of your cock throughout the entire 2-hour movie and then forget about it at the end, with 'no harm done' to our or your relationships or really anything at all in your or my life."

"You may have had more horny thoughts about it, you may have had moral disgust with yourself, you may have felt shame, or like you were betraying Amanda, or been enticed, or any number of other accompanying feelings. But you couldn't stop yourself of thinking of ways to use me. Not because you're a bad person - but just because it would be so - fucking - easy that there's simply no way for you to prevent your brain from churning through the possibilities. It's the whole 'don't think of a pink elephant' thing. Tell me I'm wrong."

Amanda turned to Brett, who still had his hands politely folded over his lap. He looked down, sadly. "I swear I wouldn't have done anything, but..." he looked at Amanda "...she's right. I... ummm... yeah. I did think it. I wouldn't have, though!" he said. He had a hard time looking away from Veronica, kneeling as she was a couple feet in front of his closed fly.

Veronica smiled gently, as if about to tell a personal joke. "You know what, I believe you. But then another situation would happen, and another, and even if *you* didn't do something after all that, you can imagine how many people would. But imagine how many people would then go just a little further. Imagine how easy it would be to just... take me home. Three words and I'm forevermore your girlfriend, your wife, your slave, or your whore."

Veronica continued. "It would take nothing but a sentence, and everything would be over. It would happen almost immediately, and you have to admit that you're already imagining how much fun it would be. Seriously. Think of your most depraved fantasies. Think about how easy it would be to reshape me into your bunny girl or anal-only whore or even just a person permanently stuck in a wall with a hole in it. You'd be surprised how common that last one is, specifically. I have to get ahead of it. The only way people like me survive is by leaning to swim in the ocean of their new lives. I have to move towards the sex, not away from it." Amanda sharply noted that as she said that, she drifted just a couple inches towards Brett. What the fuck was happening... that better have been an accident. Veronica finished: "or else I disappear into someone's hole in the wall, quietly, forever."

Amanda was still shaking her head. "How does that even make any sense? Seriously, I still don't get how this doesn't just end with you getting raped anyway. And much faster." She kept lookin back and forth between Brett's face (his face, not his cock, Veronica noted) - and Veronica's body. She was clearly getting increasingly uncomfortable with the tone of the conversation, given that Veronica was kneeling a couple feet in front of Brett's open legs.

"That's exactly it! And so -" Veronica stopped, and glanced over at Amanda to get a better look. She sighed. "Look, before I go any further - we need to get something straight." Veronica started unbuttoning her top. The transparent excuse for a schoolgirl top wasn't hiding anything at all, but everyone in the room was staring at Veronica's legendary (and, before all this, always very poorly presented) tits as they threatened to come peeking out of her spit-covered button-up.

"You can't think of me as a sexual threat anymore. Seriously. You have to be aware - your fucking dad, if he were here, would very likely find a way to quickly and quietly fuck me in the back room, then erase my memories or silence me. So will everyone's boyfriend, girlfriend, and plenty others. You CAN'T treat sleeping with me like cheating anymore. Because everyone's going to do it. Erm... socio-...sexually? Yeah, sure, that's a word. Socio-sexually? You're going to have to treat me like a fleshlight. Look, I'm going to go slow, but you need to learn to get sort of used to this. Remember: fleeeeshliight." As she said the word she opened her mouth wide on the vowels and swung her tongue around lewdly to show off an... appealingly fuckable throat, Brett really hated to admit.

Her tits now fully visible with her top hanging limply, she shuffled forward to Brett and kneeled between his legs. She rested an arm on his knee. "Stop me if you want - but if you don't this is going to be a pretty memorable experience. I'd have fun with it." She winked at him, and then started unbuttoning his pants. She yanked on the fabric beneath his thighs hard, and pulled his pants on with, frankly, a lot more force than Brett thought she'd be able to muster. His eyes wide, he looked between Amanda and Veronica, frozen as if unsure of what to do.

"What the hell, Brett??" Amanda shouted "Stop her! She just said..." But Brett seemed frozen as Veronica grabbed his cock and started gently and expertly jacking it. Veronica held eye contact for a moment and just let a stream of spit dribble from her tongue onto the tip of his cock.

After she lubed him, Veronica explained to Amanda. "Yeah... he's doing this pantomime thing where he acts like he's frozen, but that's actually pretty common - or so I read on the pet forums. The thing we all make fun of is that the behavior is always the same. It frankly doesn't matter what I say or even if I point it out, he's going to keep acting like he doesn't understand what's going on. He'll keep doing it until he cums. It's such a common reaction to this that there are literal memes about it. You know 'it's difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends on not understanding it'? Well, it's definitely also difficult to get a man to process a ridiculous sexual situation when his orgasm depends upon him not processing it."

And then she dove forward, shoving Brett's cock into her throat.

She shoved herself forward and backwards a few times, sucking his cockhead deep into her gullet, before pulling off and looking up. "Don't hold back, please. If you have anything you feel like doing, I want you to go ahead and get it out of your system, okay? I'm happy to tongue your asshole, hold your cock in a deepthroat while you empty everything you want into my stomach, or let you jack off into my hair." She rubbed his cock on her face as she said this, the spit spreading freely around the makeup on her face. "Seriously, sky's the limit, okay? So I'm gonna go ahead and guess at what can help you get past my clearly distracting presence, and then we can go back to a normal conversation. But this isn't just a performance - I do take recommendations!"

And then Veronica dove forward again. She buried his cockhead deep in her throat, and then... started humming.

She didn't just hum, though, she hit the deepest possible notes she could. She supernaturally vibrated his cock like a futuristic fleshlight, and... Amanda started slapping Brett.

"WHAT." Slap. "THE." Slap. "FUCK." Slap. "Dude! All you have to do is tell her to stop! She said she'd jump right off! You... I know you, man, you're fucking different than the rest!" Veronica wanted to roll her eyes. Amanda wasn't always all that clever. She had the same power, but didn't seem to realize yet.

Brett was still looking back and forth between the sudden movement of Veronica and the sudden slaps from Amanda. He looked, if anything, MORE confused than before. Unfortunately, he was looking right at Amanda, vision clearing from the slaps, when Veronica started her humming. And so rather than responding - he moaned while looking right in Amanda's eyes.

"OH FUCK YOU!" - and with that Amanda started to stand up to storm off.

But Zoey's hand caught her. Zoey - who, again, everyone had totally forgotten. She had actually cum four times, quietly to herself, in the corner... just... you know... fingering herself through her pocket while she stared at Veronica's spit drip down her tits. But now she felt the need to get involved. While Zoey didn't make a habit of expressing her wants to the wider world, she was having... more trouble with that than normal. Zoey was used to always being kinda aroused. But this... she felt really, really horny now. So much that those wants - like really wanting Veronica to open her legs wider while she throated Brett's cock - were starting to actually bubble up to the surface.

But she was still Zoey. So she set things up obliquely instead. Holding Amanda's arm, she came in concerned. "wait... Amanda. hey! i have an idea! i i know what we can do to help you feel better! " Veronica popped off Brett's cock, looking over at Zoey. What? Zoey never talked, really.

Zoey grabbed her giant bag and upended it on the table.

A rainbow of silicon and machinery came tumbling out.

Veronica had never seen such nonsense. Dragon dildoes, a sort of mobile fucking machine, butt plugs of obscene sizes, a cattle prod, flogs, whips, gags, some rope, some tape, little vibrators, big vibrators, clamps, and... jesus fuck. What even WAS some of that? Some of it was BIG.

Her eyes went wide, and she stared at Zoey. She... didn't know what to say. Up until 5 seconds ago, everything had been going according to plan. But now...

Zoey looked over like - she seemed to get almost... furtive? Like, mousey in a way of a mouse that's finally been caught, and now seems to just squeak out all the words at once. "Oh!... ummm... Hi! i... oh, veronica don't disappoint the poor kid, finish him off." She gestured quickly towards Brett's cock, as if genuinely concerned. Veronica turned back, sucking his dick back into her mouth.

Once she was satisfied that Veronica was back to pleasuring Brett senseless, she continued. "amanda and I have some things we need to talk about anyway! i... i... ummmm... look, i get why you feel like you have to do what you're doing. i've read up a bit. it makes sense. but Amanda's not ready. i think I can help her... explore... you... and your... what you're offering to... us? i promise i'll help make it more fun than mean, but she might... i mean... you did start this by grabbing the guy she's interested in and... well...."