Natasha knew she’d been brainwashed. She remembered every moment of her time in his basement, strapped into that chair, drugs keeping her awake and horny for days on end while he beamed images of submission into her mind.
Images that made her wet as the missing posters went up around her neighbourhood, and made her cum hard by the time they’d blown down.
Now, she can’t get enough of me. I’m her everything. Her all. Her master, her owner and her reason for being.
And as her sister is locked in my basement, in that chair seeing those same images, Natasha’s up here, thanking me for taking her mind, body and soul by doing the only thing she knows how to do well anymore - pleasure me.
(Source: , via sensual-as-fuck)
