Posted on 2019-04-14 09:16:38
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[spoiler=New Technology (art by Siroc, story by Akaece)]
New Technology (art by Siroc, story by Akaece)

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Mawl was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and unmoving. Her feet were planted flat on the ground, her arms were laying limp between her thighs, and her mouth hung open. She was still able to think, but just barely. The visor that covered her eyes was doing its best to put an end to that. “Pliiiink,” she mewled, swaying where she sat. Flashing lights assaulted her eyes, showing her all sorts of strange things.

Her boyfriend, standing in front of her, watched her start to rock backwards. He grinned and pushed her shoulder, sending her down onto her back, staring straight up at the ceiling fan - not that she saw anything but the visor. When he’d first put the visor on Mawl, she had been snoring - napping naked, as she did - but it had started to put her under its spell before she could even finish hopping up out of bed. “I’m just getting even, Mawl!”

She quietly groaned in response. It wasn’t the first time their cool new “VR” visor had been used this way. With the latest advancements in the technology, some weirdo had managed to hack the system up enough that they could write programs capable of a very basic form of the “villainous brainwashing” sort of mind control that had so naively been taught to everyone via cartoons.

Mawl, having recently started to stay up-to-date on this kind of thing, had clicked around until she’d found the right place to download a jailbreak from, and then found what she thought would be a fun set of them to test out on the most available guinea pig - Plink. “Give Someone A foot feetish (Prank)” [sic] had, of course, been first up. Mawl was into all that stuff and Plink wasn’t, so she figured seeing what it’d be like to have someone really go at her feet would be fun. “Tickle Trigger Hypnosis” had been next, and that proved to make for some good fun.

“Bad Dog Hypnosis” was probably where she went wrong.

After spending a good long while baiting Plink into trying to basically attack her feet with his mouth - and stopping him just short of doing so with a snap of her fingers that sent him into a laughing fit - it seemed to Mawl like the “bad dog” stuff was wearing off. The technology was far from perfect, after all, and it couldn’t suppress someone beneath the “bad dog” brain-state indefinitely. The foot fetish stuff had a bit more longevity to it, though, and she’d let him taste her toes for a while, and then he massaged her feet while she fell asleep.

Unfortunately for Mawl, the bad dog stuff hadn’t totally worn off yet - it had just worn off enough that Plink had been able to act like his normal self again. Once she’d fallen asleep, he’d pried himself away from her feet long enough to hook up the visor and download some of his own programming for her. Normally, Plink wasn’t quite as prone to taking advantage like this. Bad-dog-Plink had fewer qualms about it.

As Mawl’s pupils shrunk beneath the mask, Plink’s first program, “Blowjob Class Hypnosis,” started to play for her. The world around her tumbled away from her awareness, and she landed in a desk chair in the front row of a classroom. The program’s specifications instructed her brain to conjure up the image of someone who they’d be comfortable learning how to give blowjobs from. It was a pretty odd request to make, but Mawl’s zonked-out brain had no trouble coming up with the answer. She looked to the right of the blackboard, at the door, and Plink himself walked through the door, dressed vaguely like a dorky young professor. His shirt had elbow pads on it, at least.

“Hello, class!” Suddenly, people filled the other desks all around her. Not real people, of course; just anonymous shape-blobs that Mawl was too hypnotized to recognize as fake. She felt something between her legs, and she looked down to see two floating white hands pushing her thighs apart. (She was also wearing a short navy skirt and long white stockings, which didn’t strike her as odd.) She cocked her head to the side, but saw no reason not to spread her legs for them. One of them ducked beneath her skirt, and that was when Mawl discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties.

Her moan as the thick hooked finger interrupted something Plink had been saying, and he and the classroom full of faceless people turned towards her. She looked up, and Plink had just drawn a bunch of dog dicks in chalk on the blackboard.

“As I was saying,” Plink said, “I’d like a volunteer to demonstrate the technique we had homework on last night for us...”

Homework? Mawl hadn’t done any homework! Had she forgotten? She opened her mouth to apologize to her teacher, but the other hand floated up and clamped her mouth shut.

“And it seems like you’re eager enough!” Plink tapped one of the cocks on the whiteboard with a meterstick, and one flashed into existence above Mawl’s desk, in front of her face. To her enthralled mind, it looked real. It was visibly throbbing, and it even dripped something down onto her nose. She squeezed her legs tight as the hand between them started to toy with her clit. “Now, the first step is…”

The hand floated away from her mouth, and she found words come to her tongue by themselves. “Get it nice and drippy with my hands.”

“Very good! Would you please show the class how it’s done?”

Mawl reached up for the dick and took it in her hands. It didn’t take but a few strokes to have the thing coated in its pre and dripping out even more of the stuff down onto her desk. “I-I think it’s ready,” Mawl said, furrowing her brow at the clear pool on the wood.

“Good. Now, give the pre a little taste to prepare yourself.”

Still holding onto the floating dogdick, Mawl leaned hesitantly down towards the desk, and she licked some of the pre off of it. The class giggled. Mawl had sucked a dick before, but she was pretty deep under the control of the program. The program gave her a lot of room to learn. “Mawl,” Plink said, and she looked up at him. “Straight from the tap, please.” Mawl blushed and raised her head up, taking a lick of the dick’s tip. “Good. Now, the next step?”

“Hhhophen-” Mawl crossed her eyes, and saw that one of the hands was pushing between her lips and gently pulling her teeth open. She let it happen, and the finger pushed down on her tongue. All she could say was, “Aaaaaahhhhhh…”

“Excellent. Now, gently, guide it to your mouth, and…” Mawl pulled the cock in close, and she could feel its heat on her lips. “Suck.”

Mawl’s pupils shrunk really small, and she started to mindlessly take the cock deep into her throat. She went at it like a pro, using her thumb to brush all the right nerves, keeping her hand stroking what wasn’t in her mouth with a grip that was just-right, folding her tongue over her teeth…

The hand took itself away from her pussy and grabbed the base of the cock, and the other one wrapped around the back of her head, holding it in place as the other face-fucked her with the cock. All she could do was keep her fingers working at it and her neck bobbing in time with its thrusts as she felt it bruise the back of her throat. Fortunately, the bruising wouldn’t last quite as long as the voices of her classmates - which sounded suspiciously like Plink, too - whispering into her ear how much she loved cock in her mouth would.

She sucked the cock until the hand yanked it out of her mouth, and it blew a fat creamy load all over her face, covering her snout with hot cum while she panted for breath. “A plus,” Plink said, and Mawl rolled her eyes up to look at him. “Now, it’s time for your second lesson, but first, Mawl, put your feet up on the desk.” She thought it was strange, but she did as he told her to anyhow, putting her calves up on the wood and letting her feet dangle off the edge of the desk.

Plink nodded approval, then tapped the chalkboard with his stick, and all the dicks disappeared in a puff of white dust. When the dust settled, they were replaced with the title of the next lesson Plink had chosen for her, written across the board in big bold letters.

Dogs Rule.

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Back in the real world, Mawl was drooling down her chin. The first program hadn’t finished running, and already Plink couldn’t help himself. “Mawl, put your knees up to your chest.” God, he thought as he watched her blankly obey, I hope this dumb foot fetish wears off soon. He took her legs in his hands and smushed her feet around his aching-hard cock. But in the meantime, I’m gonna have some fun with it.[/spoiler]

Posted on 2019-04-14 10:03:43
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Oh, I forgot to post this. Thanks!