Cat Video

Aiden shuffled his feet, his palms sweaty as he walked into the elevator. It took him weeks to know her schedule. He planned it out for weeks. One week he stood in the stairwell and watched through the window to the main elevator. He noticed the time she reached the elevator within a five-minute time span every day.

With that confirmed, he started taking the elevator from the basement. He caught her in the elevator every time he wanted to.

The best news, however, happened to be the time she hopped on the elevator. The time when no one else did.

He would have her for about a minute. She lived on the same floor, on the higher levels of the highrise apartment.

He stuffed his hands into his pocket. He felt his phone. It felt warm. He knew this was due to the constant checking of his phone to make sure the program worked.

All of this planning because of the program. Two years of isolation gave him the time and resources for this.

Now, he needed a test subject. And Laura proved the amplest test subject he knew. Living in the same apartment for years he ran into the same people. Laura talked to him a few times. She had a cute smile, and her curvy figure he used to finish himself off at times all alone.

"Not proud of that," he muttered to himself. He adjusted his glasses as the elevator doors closed. "Then again, what I'm about to do isn't something to be necessarily proud of."

"Hey, wait, hold the door for--" the sounds of someone running for the elevator made him hop in place. For a plan to go awry because he decided to be a good samaritan seemed on par for Aiden but today he held his ground.

"Sorry," he whispered.

He checked the phone. Played the video. Smiled to himself.

He waited with anxiety. Yesterday someone got on the elevator with her. The day before she took a different elevator. He anticipated that and made sure this would be the only free elevator during her time frame. He looked at the little buttons showing the floor. He waited for the "1" to be lit up.

The doors opened. No one stood waiting for the elevator. He sighed, the tension ebbing out of his shoulders. He sighed.

"It's Friday," he whispered to himself, "She doesn't take the elevator on the weekend, so I'll have to--"

As the door closed, an arm popped up through them. Aiden felt ready to mash the "close doors" button until he saw the bracelet.

Laura.

He pried the doors open with his hands until the automatic doors kicked in and opened.

Laura, wearing a business suit, smiled.

"Oh, hey. Aiden, right?"

"Yeah," Aiden said, breathless. He stepped aside and let her walk into the elevator. "Long day?"

"Thank fuck it's Friday," she said with a polite smile. She reached behind and undid her hair from the bun, allowing her hair to fall to her shoulders.

Aiden gulped. She turned her attention to her cell phone, the casual pleasantries finished. He watched the elevator start its ascension. He could let it be. Not expose himself. Not put himself out on the line and risk his relationship with her. Or worse.

He could. But, he felt the burning in his pocket. He needed to know. No matter what.

He took out the phone. Unlocked it. Floro four. He had time.

"Hey, sorry for interrupting," Aiden said, trying with all his might to sound casual. "I just have this cat video a friend sent. Have you seen it?"

He turned the phone to face Laura. She lifted her gaze from her phone and looked at Aiden's without a thought.

Cat videos. Aiden smiled inside. He made the right choice in disguising his program with cat video.

He watched her face. Studied it. Thought of the times he masturbated thinking of what happened when he started the video.

Aiden realized he lived in a fantasy no more.

His thumb danced on the button and then pressed it.

Laura watched the cat video. For the first seconds. Then, his program kicked in.

A dazzling array of colors flashed on the screen. Enough to grab her attention. And then the colors intensified. The flashing harder and more intense. He watched her face wince at the sudden assault.

Aiden held his breath. This would be the moment everything would be decided.

Her eyes did not leave the screen. He saw the pain in her expression as the lights broke through her consciousness. Her eyes went wide as the colors rewrote her brain. She took in more of the colors and in turn, the flashes burned out the resistance in her mind.

The video ended. He put his phone back in his pocket. Laura continued to stare in the space where the phone captured her. Unmoving. Unblinking.

Aiden waved his hand in front of her. Nothing.

"Can you hear me?" Aiden asked. He looked at the elevators. Floor eleven.

"Yes," she whispered.

Aiden felt a rush of blood and arousal right between his legs. She sounded so docile. So perfect.

His hands grabbed her before he could think. Two years of preparation and construction. All that built-up tension exploded out in a moment. He fondled her breasts and slammed her against the wall of the elevator. Only a dim part of her brain realized she may still be able to resist.

Thankfully for him, she did not. He pressed her against the wall and let his hands roam her body. Wearing a suit, Aiden could not feel her soft curvy flesh well. But, he felt it enough to grow hard. And seeing her submissive, blank expression only further encouraged his arousal. He parted her legs and pressed his throbbing erection against her body. He continued to grope her with greedy hands, needing to touch her body and claim her.

He masturbated to the thought of touching her without being rebuffed but the reality proved intoxicating. She could do nothing. Nothing at all. He owned her body, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Floor thirteen.

He slid his hand up her shirt. Felt her soft, warm skin against the palm of his hand.

And heard her. A confused, slightly excited gasp.

He stared at her for any indication she realized the sins he perpetrated on her body. She continued to stare ahead like a toy doll.

He treated her like such. He snuck his hand under her bra. Felt her left nipple hardening under his touch. Aiden heard the soft moan once more.

Floor fifteen.

He stuffed his other hand down her pants. His greed burned harder than his fear of being caught. He touched her underneath her panties, feeling the hot and wet spot between her legs.

"Oh my god," Aiden moaned. He continued to tease her out lips with his fingers. He watched her cheeks turn pink and heard her breathing grow heavier.

"You fucking like this, don't you?" He whispered into her ear.

"I love this," she replied, sounding more robot than woman.

The elevator stopped. He removed his hand from her breast and pussy. He saw the glistening liquid on his fingers and tasted it with a moan escaping his lips.

The doors opened. Aiden knew he could not hide his erection. Lucky again, no one waited for the elevator.

He grabbed Laura by the wrist. "Follow me."

"Follow you," Laura said.

She allowed him to take her where he wanted. He fumbled for the keys, unlocking the door and stuffing her inside of his apartment. He looked around for any sign of the neighbors.

Nothing.

He chuckled and closed the door behind him. He felt drunk with power.

He grabbed Laura's breasts from behind, fondling them as he pressed his erection against her ass. He slobbered on her neck, realizing with each passing second he turned her into his private sex doll. She would not resist, not do anything but what he wanted. He nearly came in his pants at the thought, touching her body in perverted ways.

Composing himself, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her. She showed no sign of pain.

"You will suck my cock," he sneered at her. "You will suck at it and look at me like I'm the most loved person in your life. You will suck my cock like it is the best thing in your life. Letting me cum down your throat is your burning purpose in life. Understand?"

Her expression changed. He saw love, unbridled, passionate love in her eyes. She grinned wide. "Yes."

He unzipped his pants, taking a moment to stroke his cock at his power over the woman. He did not once think of the permanent cognitive damage he may have inflicted. All he cared about lay between his legs.

She sank to her knees. Seeing her in a suit, he smiled. He thought about seeing her naked. But, then he thought about her at work. Looking all powerful and professional. All the foolish men and women that hit on her. If they could see her now. On her knees, looking at him like a lover. Ready to worship his cock like a slut.

She gripped his cock and licked around his shaft. He laughed and moaned.

"Mmm, you're not a stranger to this, are you...oooh," Aiden moaned as she started to suck on his cock.

He tried not to look at her. Every time he did and looked at the adoration in her eyes, the silent begging in her expression for him to cum down her throat, he felt himself losing control. He wanted to last long for her, impress her.

Then, he laughed.

"You don't give a shit," he said, rubbing her head with his hand. He thrust hard down her throat and listened to her gag.

"God, this is so good," he said, fucking her face like a toy. He saw the tears down her eyes but continued. She looked at him with admiration.

He did not last long. At the last second, he dragged his cock from her mouth and squirted his seed all over her face. He laughed again as he watched her face dripping with his cum.

"I thought you wanted it down my throat," she said in a sing-song voice.

"I changed my mind," he said, slapping her face with his cock. "I want you to wear this like a badge of pride. Now, get out of your clothing."

"Yes," she said, getting to her feet. She took her clothing off, letting the cum drip from her face.

"Whoa, whoa," he said, stopping her. He walked to his couch and sat down with a grunt. "I said take off your clothes. Sexy-like. Strip for me."

She nodded. Her body posture changed, and she started to sway to an invisible beat. He watched, transfixed at her body. She moved, letting him stare fully at her cleavage and curves. Every piece of clothing that fell pumped more blood back into his cock. By the time her underwear fell, leaving her soft, curvy body naked, his cock stood full at attention.

"I'm going to fuck you from behind," he said, getting to his feet. "Get over here. Bend over the couch. Look at yourself in the reflection as I fuck you. And tell yourself what a fucking slut you are."

She nodded and moved to his request. She parted her legs and bent over the couch, staring into the window and seeing herself reflected back. He slapped her ass, feeling her fat ass against his palm. He felt a thirst building up in him.

He stuck his cock inside of her pussy, finding it wet and ready. He grabbed her by the hips and started to buck hard and fast inside of her. He gave no thought to his technique or performance. He wanted to be inside of her. Deep.

A thought entered his head as his balls filled. He grinned. Tuned into reality and heard her voice chanting without end.

"I am a slut, I am a slut, I am a slut," she repeated.

"Orgasm, now. Hard," he said.

She screamed and her body clenched. Her pussy gripped his cock and milked it, sending him over the edge. He felt a squirt of her orgasm against his leg as her legs gave out. He dumped his second orgasm inside of her. He smiled and chuckled at his complete power over this woman.

He slid back down on the couch, exhausted. "Get me some water to drink."

Her legs shook and she fumbled but she complied. He spread out on the couch feeling like a man. He closed his eyes.

"I have no idea how to turn her back," he said to himself. "Shit, what about her parents, or co-workers. I can't send her back to her life like this. I fucking fried her brain."

She returned, all smiles with dried cum on her face and a glass of water.

"Would you kill yourself for me?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Well, that gives me an out," Aiden thought, accepting the glass of water. "But, I'd rather not lose such a fine piece of ass yet. You would run away with me?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes. Give up your life and follow me."

"Okay."

"It's the best idea you've ever heard."

Her eyes lit up and she nodded, eagerly. "It is."

He laughed. He raised his glass of water in a toast. "Here's to cat videos!"

***

"Cat videos."

The ambulance worker moved past Laura. He looked at Laura with concern. "You say he's been mumbling stuff like this?"

Laura nodded, holding back tears. She looked at Aiden on the floor of the elevator. "I told you. The doors opened and he was on the floor, clutching his phone. Some cat video with flashing lights. He was like this when I called."

The ambulance worker turned back to Aiden. Eyes open, vacant. Drool drying around the corners of his mouth. Laying on the floor of the elevator clutching his phone.

"Always be mine," Aiden murmured.

"Sounds goddamn out of his mind," the ambulance worker said.

"He's a quiet guy. Been working from home since the outbreak. He seemed lonely and isolated. I would talk to him on the elevator, you know, out of pity and such. We have to look out for one another these days."

"Well, he's OD'd or..." the ambulance worker stared at Aiden's pupils, "Or maybe had a seizure with those lights on the video. Do you know if he had a history?"

Laura shook her head. "I don't know him that well. Like I said, I talked to him on the elevator mostly."

"Well, he looks happy. We'll take him in and see if we can help him," the ambulance worker said, motioning to his partner.

Aiden giggled. "Cat videos."