Lethe's Share House Taeover

Part 2

"Hey man, glad you could make it," said Zack as Gary arrived and sat down at the table with him and Andy. He had to raise his voice slightly to be heard, for the din of the college cafeteria was especially loud today, as the place was crowded with people. Getting a table had been an effort, but Zack and Andy had already been seated for fully twenty minutes. They had almost finished eating before their friend finally found them, and had nearly given up on him ever arriving.

"Sorry I'm late," said Gary, putting down his tray and beginning to eat the small portion of food he had bought. "I've... I've had a busy morning," he explained half-heartedly, his voice oddly distant.

"You okay?" asked Andy, concerned at once. "You seem tired."

"I'm fine," said Gary, sounding anything but.

Zack shook his head. "I keep telling you, man. If you're going to wank all morning you need to hydrate more!" he said, grinning as he teased.

"Yeah," said Gary absently, confusing his friends by skipping his normal denials and protestations.

Andy and Zack exchanged confused looks, but decided to move on. "Anyway," said Zack, "we were just deciding what to do for the rest of the day. I've got football practice with the team this afternoon, and then we're going out drinking. You guys want to come along?"

"No thanks," said Andy at once. "You're the sociable popular one, remember? I don't do well with large crowds, whether at a bar or elsewhere."

"That's why you should come," said Zack, "BOTH of you. You're at college guys, and it's time to get out of your shells and hang out more. The football guys are great once you get to know them."

"Yeah no," said Andy firmly. "You go ahead. I'm heading home to work on a project. I've got to do that presentation for Professor Litchfield's class. How about you, Gary?" he said, turning to their quiet friend.

"I... I need to return home too," he said slowly. "I have things to do."

"Then I'll wait for you to finish and we can go together," said Andy, who was feeling a little concerned for his friend. "But before you do any more college work, perhaps you should lie down for a bit, okay?"

"Yeah," said Gary, his unfocused eyes showing how little attention he was paying.

Andy and Zack glanced at each other again, still weirded out by their friend's demeanour, but let it go for now. Instead they turned to finishing their lunch and then got on with their afternoons.

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As soon as the two friends got back to the house, Gary made for the stairs to head to his room. Seeing him go, Andy said, "make sure to get some rest, okay?"

"Sure," answered the other man absently, and continued on his way.

Back in his own room, Gary closed the door firmly and sighed in relief. The last hour or so had been awful. Wearing clothes, not touching his cock, and worst of all, not hearing the voice of Goddess Lethe. He would have skipped the whole thing and just gooned himself stupid all day, but in the end it was hunger that had reluctantly driven him from his room. He had not been prepared for just how empty he would feel without his Goddess speaking into his mind, however. He... he NEEDED her...

Just thinking of Lethe made Gary recall her divine voice, and that in turn got him hard. Desperate to stroke again, he began shedding clothes as he made his way to his laptop. As soon as his small cock was free he began fapping it, moaning as he did so. Oh it felt so GOOD! He had been craving the feel of his dick in his hand, and now Gary was again free to indulge his addiction and jerk himself silly.

Now naked, he navigated to Lethe's website and eagerly clicked on the next audio. There were so many, and he craved to experience them all. The more Gary listened to Goddess, the better his gooning felt...

The next audio was entitled "I want to be broken" though Gary's fap-addled mind barely registered the title as he selected it. Moments later, his Goddess' smooth voice flowed from his headphones and into his receptive mind, past the shattered remains of his mental defences and deep into his thoughts.

"Hello, my slave," she purred, and just this simple greeting made Gary stroke faster. "Are you gooning for me again, my pet?" she asked. "Are you being a good boy and jerking for your Goddess?"

"Yes, Goddess Lethe," moaned Gary, pumping himself rhythmically.

"Excellent, my pet," she said, as if she could hear him. "That's it, keep stroking for me. Touching yourself is a form of worship, so worship your Goddess! Let my voice seduce and tease you deeper into my control. Let your brain melt, and let your thoughts go blank. Thinking is bad. Thinking is the enemy. Thinking stops you feeling GOOD, and so Goddess Lethe is going to cure you of your thoughts. I'm going to wipe away your mind, your will, your very sense of self. Whoever you were is gone, fapped away and lost under a tide of masturbatory bliss! You are just a fist-fucking drone waiting for Goddess Lethe's command. Broken down and remade as I wish! Edge for me, slave. Edge to the idea of being my utterly broken puppet!"

Gary could not resist the order even if he wanted to, and he was too lost to actively want anything. He moaned long and loud as the painful delight of an edge tore through him, riding the brink of cumming and denying himself as his Goddess had commanded. He gasped, eyes wide, as he struggled with the mixture of agony and ecstasy that an edge entailed. All too soon the delightful sensation passed, and he mindlessly resumed fapping.

"Aww, did my gooner slave enjoy that?" teased Lethe after a few moments, giving him a chance to recover. "I know you did. Another nice edge to kill more of those braincells and make you even more desperate and pathetically eager to jerk for me. And I know you didn't cum. You see, you can't. My orders are too deep in your broken, malleable psyche now, gooner. You couldn't cum even if you wanted to. Even if you somehow stopped fapping long enough to have sex like a real man, it wouldn't do anything for you. Pussy isn't for braindead stroke-addicts like you, my slave. As far as you're concerned, edging is better than cumming, and gooning is better than sex. Say it, my slave. Say it and accept it."

"Edging is better than cumming..." moaned Gary as he continued to pump his cock raw. "Gooning... is better than sex..." As he spoke his Goddess' words they were ingrained in his mind, and he believed them at once. He would believe whatever Lethe told him to.

"Excellent, my slave," said Lethe, her voice purring with both approval and amusement. She knew that she had won. "Now, keep gooning for me, my pet. Keep touching that cock and listen further. I have plenty left to tell you, and with every truth I burn into that broken mind of yours I promise even more delightful edges. Edge, slave, as I condition and reprogram you to be a model slave for Goddess Lethe..."

"Yes, Goddess..." moaned Gary, as he mindlessly stroked himself into servitude.

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An hour passed, and Gary did little other than sit there naked and goon while Lethe told him what to think. With each audio and each edge he lost more and more of himself. Or rather, he gave more of himself away, willingly surrendering everything he was for the bliss of the goon-state that his Goddess offered.

As he reached the end of the latest audio and, unthinkingly, moved to the next, something new happened. In the corner of the screen a chat window popped-up, along with the speaker's name in bold red lettering.

Goddess Lethe.

The text below was typed live as he watched. "Are you there, my slave?" she asked.

Gary felt an intense thrill as he realised that his Goddess was addressing him, and he complied at once as he knew she would want. Unable to cease gooning, he continued to jerk with one hand as he typed with the other.

"Yes, Goddess," he wrote, his edge-addled brain somehow managing to avoid any spelling mistakes.

"Good boy," Lethe typed back a moment later. "You respond swiftly, as a slave should."

"Yes, Goddess," Gary wrote automatically, not really sure why but knowing he needed to always say yes to the divine being that owned his mind and body.

"Now, slave," came the next words, "do you have a webcam?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Turn it on, slave, and accept my call."

"Yes, Goddess," Gary typed back, and then hit the appropriate key on his keyboard. At once the light beside the tiny camera lens above his screen came on, revealing that it was activated. Just a split second later, the chat window asked if he wanted to accept a video call and go live. Without hesitation he selected yes.

At once his screen split in two. On one side, the image of Gary, sitting naked and openly fapping his tiny cock on camera. On the other, nothing. Just a black void with Goddess Lethe's name in the centre. Gary understood that he did not need to see his Goddess to worship her. He only needed to goon to her voice and obey, and to his incredible delight, it was her voice that he now heard.

"Hello there, slave," came Lethe's voice, live and unrecorded and somehow more powerful because of it. "Yes, my mindless pet, it is I. Your Goddess. Lethe. Here to look at the pathetic loser who cannot stop fapping his worthless cock for my divine voice. And oh, aren't you even more of a dumb-looking stroke-zombie than I expected. However, it would still amuse me to hear you say it. So tell me, slave. Tell me that you're a sexless gooner who cannot stop humping his hand."

"Yes, Goddess," he replied at once. "I am a sexless gooner... who cannot stop humping my hand..."

"Mmm, very good, my slave," said Lethe with approval. "Just fap and obey your Goddess. It's just so easy to do, and it feels so GOOD. However, I don't like you sitting on that chair. Kick it away and drop to the floor, slave. Gooning your worthless dick while down on your knees is more appropriate for a loser like you."

Gary complied before he even realised what he was doing, and was barely mentally coherent enough to remember to also angle the camera down to his new position. Goddess Lethe wanted to stare at her wanking slave, and so he would make no effort to hide himself.

"Better, my pet," came Lethe's faceless voice. "Now, I want to get to know my newest worshipper. What is your name?"

"Gary Benton, Goddess," he replied at once, still fapping mindlessly as he stared with blissful devotion at the screen before him.

"If you say so, my pet," said Lethe. "Sooner or later, you will have gooned away all memory of that man. And then you will just be a mindless, empty drone with no identity beyond a number that I assign. Doesn't that sound good, my slave?"

"Yes, Goddess," replied Gary, and as his Goddess' programming rose to his lips he added, "mindless is good. I must goon away all thoughts."

"Indeed you must," said Lethe, and he could hear how satisfied she was by his answer. "Now, tell me about Gary Benton's life. What does he do, where does he live, and what friends does he have that need brought into the bliss of my service..."

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Andy had spent hours in his room working on his presentation, making slides and inserting more quotes and figures than he dared count. His last few projects for Professor Litchfield had been a bit lacking, and he was determined to get top marks for this one. Focused and lost in his work, it was not until the growing dark forced him to turn on a light that he realised just how late it was getting. Glancing at the clock by his desk, he realised that it was time to get something to eat.

Standing and stretching, Andy walked from his room and down the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. Pushing open the door, he was unsurprised to see Gary already there, sat at the table and staring into space as he ate bowl of cereal for dinner. In front of him was his phone, and it was currently playing back some sort of spoken word recording, a strong feminine voice that he made no effort to turn off as his friend entered.

"Hey man," said Andy, walking to the fridge. "You get any sleep?"

"No," said the other slowly. "I had a productive afternoon, though."

"Yeah, me too," said Andy, glancing inside the fridge and noticing a distinct lack of anything truly dinner-worthy. "Hmm," he mused. "Hey, do we have any bread left? I might use the rest of last night's chicken and make a sandwich if... hey, are you listening?"

"What?" asked Gary. "Sorry, I was just concentrating on this relaxation audio."

In the background, the voice from the phone was encouraging the listener to "breath in... and out... Focus only on your breathing and let everything else just drift away..."

"Yeah, maybe turn it off?" suggested Andy with more than a hint of irritation.

"Just a little longer," said Gary calmly, who was obviously as relaxed as the audio intended.

"Fine," said Andy, and he went to the cupboard and rooted around for the bread. As he did so, he tried to block out Gary's stupid audio, but it was the only sound in the room and the more he tried to not think about it, the more he did.

"Just listen to my voice..." urged the audio. "Listen, and let it drain the stress out of you. Slow your breathing as you slow the constant chatter of your busy mind. So many things to do, so many stresses and demands. Let Lethe help you take a break from them..."

Andy could not deny that the voice was smooth and melodic, almost sensual, and he found himself stopping and listening for a few moments. A break from the stress of his studies did sound nice, he admitted to himself, but he really had no time for some sort of guided meditation. He wanted to make his sandwiches and take them back to his room to continue working.

Andy buttered the bread and grabbed the chicken from the fridge, idly listening to more of the recording. There was something compelling about the woman's voice, something that pulled his attention to her enchanting words even when he did not want it. Again he found himself pausing what he was doing and just taking in what she said. Soon he was breathing slowly in and out, just as she suggested. It was oddly soothing...

"Let my words wash over you," she intoned, "like the waves on the beach. Let Lethe drag your worries and concerns out to sea, and leave you peaceful and trouble-free..."

"Mmm..." murmured Andy as he felt himself relax. Somehow his project and other assignments suddenly seemed less pressing, and he let himself savour the sense of calm that was wrapping his mind like a warm blanket. So soothing...

No, wait! He could not let up! Andy suddenly remembered that he still had plenty to do this evening, and forced himself out of whatever was happening. Redoubling his efforts, he finished making his sandwiches and, dropping them on a plate, prepared to depart the kitchen.

"Whatever it is... it can always wait," insisted the voice on the recording. "It is important for mental health to take a few minutes every day to centre yourself. Sit... relax... and let your troubles melt away... if only for a little while..."

Andy wavered. He knew he had to go, but the sensual voice was right. He needed to relax, justfor a bit. And he could do that while eating, right? After all, no need to take the sandwiches back to his room if he only had to bring the plate back down afterwards. Yeah, that made sense.

Slowly he walked to the table where Gary was sat with the phone. His friend had long since finished his cereal, and was now just sat there, a placid look on his face, as he listened to the audio. Andy did his best to ignore the other man as he began eating his sandwiches and let the delightful voice of the mysterious woman -- Lethe she called herself - wash over him.

"The secret is to be quiet," said the audio, the words whispered and oddly intimate. "Your thoughts race from one problem to the next, always anxious about whatever deadline or task remains undone. You need to quiet those thoughts. Let them fade. Let them go. They are the antithesis of peace. The antithesis of calm. They are your stress. A quiet mind is a stress-free mind."

Yes, Andy thought as he ate, that made sense...

"Yes, that's it..." Lethe soothed, "let your mind go quiet. Whatever you think you need to do, it can wait. Don't dwell on it. Follow my voice away from stress and down into the peaceful depths of relaxation. You want the peace that I offer, don't you? Yes, of course you do. So don't fight it. Just... let my voice in..."

Andy had ceased eating now, and was just sitting there, listening intently. He was dimly aware that there was something that needed doing, but the thought of it just slipped away like water through a sieve. He could feel his mind clouding over, growing lethargic, but it felt so nice. A dumb smile came to his face as he continued to listen.

"Good boy," said Lethe. "I bet you're feeling nice and relaxed, but this is just the beginning. I'm going to take you further. Deeper. We both know that the most relaxing thing... is pleasure..." she said, and now Lethe's voice shifted subtly, becoming even more sensual and seductive. "Pleasure is the key. The better you feel, the more relaxed you are. So go ahead. Listen to my voice. I bet you find it sexy, don't you? Yes, of course you do. It's okay, I give you permission to get turned on. I encourage it. Your mind is already nice and quiet, so you don't need it right now. Let the blood divert from there to your cock. Yes, your cock. You like me talking about that, don't you? Let me say it again. Cock. Mmm, I bet it twitched as I said that, didn't it? Let your dick twitch and get hard for Lethe. We both know it will feel good..."

Andy could feel his body grow hot as Lethe spoke. Her voice was amazing and intense, and he could not deny how aroused he was feeling. Just as she said, he could feel himself getting hard and tight in his underwear. It felt good...

"That's it," Lethe urged, "nice and hard. Aching to be touched. Hard cocks were made to be touched, and Lethe wants you to do just that. Trust me, it will feel amazing to touch yourself for me. Let me prove how pleasure can relax you. So free your cock, and let Lethe guide your hands..."

Andy was breathing heavily now, intense with arousal, and he wanted nothing more than to do as Lethe suggested. However, he found himself hesitating, his lethargic mind dimly aware that he was not alone in the room. Slowly he glanced over to Gary, and he frowned in confusion, as he saw his friend now pulling out his cock. Shameless and making no effort to hide himself, Gary pulled out his erection and idly began tugging on it.

Andy had never seen his friend so something so brazen before, even when drunk. "What... what are you doing...?" he asked, but even focusing enough to say this little proved oddly difficult, his mind far too sluggish to operate right.

Gary was now openly fapping, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he did so. "We must obey..." he said slowly, almost in a trance. "We must goon for Goddess Lethe..."

Andy stared, suddenly feeling a rush of fear at how far gone his friend looked. This... this was not normal. Something was wrong! He struggled to assemble his thoughts, to shake the lethargy that was gripping him and escape whatever was happening, but Lethe's seductive voice pulled his attention back to her.

"Oh, I know your cock must be aching," said Lethe enticingly. "So hard and needy. It craves a good, long, jerk! Don't fight it. Don't resist. Resistance is hard. You need thought to resist, and we've already established how bad thinking is. Yes, that's it, keep your thoughts nice and quiet. A nice, acquiescent mind, unable to resist my voice. Blank mind, hard cock. Blank mind... hard cock... Yes, just like that. So ready to obey me. Obey Goddess Lethe. Free your cock... and start stroking..."

Andy's hands were moving even as he tried to gather his wits and tell himself to stop. Knowing on some level that it was wrong to get his dick out and fap at the kitchen table with a friend watching, Andy nonetheless found himself doing just that. He audibly gasped as his cock, now painfully erect, sprang free from his pants, and he seized the sensitive tip at once. All it took was one pump and he felt a rush of masturbatory pleasure.