willbgunn:

Her hands were locked. One
holding the waistline of her skirt, and the other inside of it, her fingers idly resting on her pussy.

“I’ll leave you
here.” He said. “I’ll return once your conditioning is complete.
Once you are ready to be my slave.”

She pouted at him, unable
to speak.

I will never become your
slave!
She thought to herself, and felt a need perking up in the
folds of her cunt.

I cannot be conditioned
like some weak minded slut. I’m not like Jean and Claire and Barbara. 
The tickle magnified with every word her mind conjured. It soon
became unbearable, but she couldn’t move her fingers an inch.

“Oh god, I’m so
fucking horny!” She whispered and bit her lower lip in desperation.
“Ohhh…” She
felt her fingers move and gave a moan.
“Mmm yes!”
detached from her will, her fingers rubbed her snatch. Just a few
circles, a couple of pulls, and before she knew it, they stopped.

But the urge remained.
Nay, it became so much stronger.

Move! Fucking move!
She
tried commanding her digits to function.

“Please…” She
begged, and her forefinger gave her clit a little rub.

She finally understood.
Both the conditioning process, and why all her friends succumbed.

Weaklings, she thought to
herself. This will never be enough to control me! A little orgasm
denial? Please. How pathetic.

She barely finished the
thought and the heat in her loins outright tripled. She had no idea
such desire even existed.
“Ohhh wow!”

I won’t succumb! – The
desire increased.

Like Jean… – Her
fingers moved, giving her a tiny bit of gratification.

I’ll not become a slave! – She tried to stay strong, but it was getting so difficult to remember
why.

What do I need to do? – Her fingers moved.

No! I can’t surrender…

Maybe…If I begged…Just
a little. It’s not like… – Her fingers didn’t move. She felt a
void inside of her.

“Please! Please
let me cum!” She hissed with desperate passion. Her fingers moved for five
full seconds, making her legs feel like jello. She nearly fell to her knees right there and then.

Fight…it… – The
movement stopped.

If I only surrender… – Her fingers moved.

No! – Stopped.

Just become his. Like my
friends… – Moved.

Her future master watched the screen from the cozy seat of his newly built lounge, smiling as her friends cooperated to give him the most wonderful oral service possible.

She’ll be locked in this
endless cycle, until no dissenting thoughts dared emerge in her mind.
Until she accepted her purpose. Then, and only then, will she reach
the first climax of the rest of her life.