A Partial Recovery…

Tim had just finished losing the latest round of Halo when the door opened, admitting Lenni. A cheer went up around the room which only increased in volume when she shouted “-and I brought wings!” over the top of the various greetings, a huge grin plastered on her face.

A quick scan of Lenni though told Tim that she was having one of her conflicted days, and the feeling brought a tight feeling of discomfort to his chest.

Just over a year ago Lenni had been kidnapped and forced to undergo a gruelling stepfordization brainwashing regime. Lenni, being the tomboy that she was though, had all but resisted the large majority of the programming which had been designed to turn her into the perfect house maid / willing sex slave. But there were some quirks to her behaviour and other side effects that had taken getting used to after her rescue.

For months after the Doctor’s had released her, saying they had done all they could, Lenni felt conflicted about her wardrobe. She had explained on several occasions to those close to her that she knew in her heart that she had used to love to wearing nothing but casual hoodies and baggy jeans, but the brainwashing program had tried to teach her to want to wear slutty heels, dresses and do a full face of makeup before leaving the house. The conflict left her feeling miserable whenever she dressed like herself, and embarrassed and fake when she submitted to her desires.

Over time though, the original Lenni had won through for the most part. Her new wardrobe was significantly more like the old Lenni, she still wore her baggy jumpers, but more often than not this was paired with tight gym shorts which showed off her cute round ass. The compromise was enough to satisfy both of her warring desires and Lenni seemed to be much happier for it.

There were other things, both small and large. The wings she had brought for example were another classic compromise. Her programming had urged her to bring a dish to the gathering, as a woman’s supposed ‘purpose’ was to ‘cater to the needs of men.’ But the wings were a twist, technically she had still cooked, but the boyish, slobby nature of the snack was Lenni’s little rebellion.

Lenni set the wings down on the table, unconsciously bending from the waist as she did so before nodding to Tim, jerking her head towards the back of the house.

“Give me a hand with something real quick?” she asked and Tim nodded, surrendering his controller to Blake before rising and following her out of the living room. Although every man there either knew or suspected what Lenni needed help with, not a one of them mentioned it and Tim silently thanked them for it.

Lenni’s needs weren’t her fault and the least they could do was not make jokes at her expense for something she couldn’t control. Tim closed the bedroom door behind him before looking over to where Lenni was squirming slightly in place.

“Bad day?” he asked, his voice sympathetic and Lenni nodded.

“Worst in months… I just- I thought I was past this” she muttered, dejection evident on her face. Tim’s heart went out to her, he hated seeing her like this.

“Hey, you know the Doctor’s said things could resurface suddenly like this. You’re headed slowly in the right direction in general” Tim reassured her.

Lenni nodded, hugging herself, “I know, I know. I’m already so much better than I used to be, still…” Lenni trailed off. There was a moment of silence, they both knew what was coming next.

“So what do you need?” Tim asked at last.

“Five minutes… rough, dirty talk, just like everything you’ve got” Lenni said,  “And then back to normal, I still wanna hang out with the guys and this should get me back to normal.”

Tim nodded, “If you’re sure? Remember the trigger word is pineapple” he explained.

When Lenni nodded in return, Tim closed his eyes for a moment, searching deep inside him. Looking for that thing which he kept locked away, deep inside himself. See, Lenni was not the only one who had been subjected to brainwashing against their will. There was a reason that she went to Tim when she had these urges.

Tim was an orphan, and after passing through several foster homes as a teen, he ended up in the not so nurturing hands of a cult, whose goal it was to radicalise young men into the ‘dominant breeders’ that society ‘needed them to be.’

When Tim had turned eighteen, he had been selected for a new behavioural program, experimental even by cult standards. A combination of drugs, heavy hypnosis and brainwashing had turned Tim into a savage beast which desired only to make women submit to him and use them for their only true purpose, sex. Thankfully, the police had discovered what the cult was doing and taken Tim into custody before he was inflicted upon the world and after many years of behavioural therapy and medication, Tim had been restored to his true self.

But the creature the cult had created lurked deep within him, and while he wasn’t able to summon the out of control lunatic the cult had wanted to create, he had always been able to slip partially into the domineering personality they had forced on him. Thankfully, part of his therapy had been to install triggers which restored him to himself if he ever lost control.

Tim opened his eyes and saw a woman in front of him. What was her name? He thought he might know what it was, but it didn’t matter.

He lunged forward and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her roughly towards him, his hand wrapping at her ponytail, forcing her head up to look at him.

“Prude fucking bitch” he muttered under his breath, looking down at her outfit with disdain. Pulling her roughly by her hair, he dragged her over to the bed and threw her face down.

He grabbed a handful of her tight gym shorts and tore violently, shredding the garment to rags in a few seconds. With a grin, he noticed that this slut wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Maybe I was wrong about you slut” he murmured, bringing his hand back and spanking her bare ass as hard as he could. The slut jumped, but let loose a low moan in response as Tim watched his hand print appear on her ass cheek.

“The dirty little whore likes it, doesn’t she?” he asked, giving a series of hard spanks which turned her ass red in moments. Leaning forward, Tim seized the slut by her neck, hauling her up onto all fours.

“I asked you a question bitch” he whispered and the slut whimpered in response.

“Yes please Daddy” she murmured happily, “Spank my slutty little ass.”

Tim laughed out loud, repeating his punishment on the other cheek until the slut’s ass was red all over and she began to jerk with each blow.

“Strip” he ordered, and rolling onto her back, the slut on the bed pulled her hoodie over her head before unclipping her bra and throwing it to the side. She didn’t even move to cover herself, thrusting out of perky breasts almost proudly.

Something about her lack of shame urged Tom on. He quickly kicked off his shoes, discarding the rest of his clothes rapidly before crawling up the bed towards her, until he was straddling her stomach. His hard cock hovering above her generous cleavage.

“Stoke it you fucking whore” he ordered, and the slut jumped to obey, spitting in her hand before stroking him enthusiastically. Tim took a handful of her large round tits, squeezing roughly before pinching her nipples harshly. She gasped in response, but the gasp quickly turned into a moan as she arched her back in response.  Looking over his shoulder, Tim could see the slut’s pussy was glistening wet and he looked back up at her in admiration.

“You really are loving this aren’t you slut?” he asked and she nodded immediately.

“Yes Daddy, I want nothing more in life than to service you and your beautiful cock” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“Good girl” he muttered  approvingly and climbed off her stomach. Instinctively, the slut followed him up onto all fours, not missing a beat in her stroking rhythm. Roughly, helped turn her around so that her perfect round behind was pressed against his crotch, his dick rubbing up against her pussy. The slut thrust out her raw red ass, presenting it tempting for him as he grabbed her firmly by the hips, lining his cock up with her sopping wet pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he growled, and the slut moaned lewdly as he sank his member deep inside her. Not giving her time to adjust to his girth, he began a rough rhythm of slamming his hips against hers, each thrust punctuated by a wet smack as his balls slapped into her clit. The slut dropped to her elbows and quickly began to rock her hips back against his and after barely thirty seconds she was already squealing in ecstasy.

“I’m fucking cumming Daddy!” she squealed, her pussy spasming on his hard cock as he continued to pound away at her.

“Needy fucking slut” he murmured, spanking her ass a few more times as she climaxed.

The slut had some serious skills though, as even throughout her orgasm, she continued to rock backwards and forwards, thrusting her hips back to meet his cock with each thrust, driving him deeper as he pounded away at her pussy.

It wasn’t much longer before Tim could feel his own orgasm approaching. Grabbing a handful of the slut’s long brown hair, he tugged sharply up so that she was forced into kneeling doggy and he wrapped a hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

“I’m gonna fucking cum in you whore” he muttered in her ear, and she gasped.

“Fucking fill me up Daddy!” she begged, her words strangled from the hand around her throat, “Use me as your fucking cum dump!”

Tim growled and with a roar, he came violently, shooting his hot cum deep inside the slut. For her part, being filled with his seed seemed to push her over the edge once more and with a shriek she came again, her pussy milking his cock as they both shook with the force of the sensations running through them.

While Tim was still caught up in the immediate afterglow of his climax the slut shook herself, as if remembering something.

“Pineapple, pineapple!” Lenni called, and it was like all the lights went out in Tim’s brain for a moment. He felt himself fall limply to the bed and after a solid ten seconds, he began to come back to himself.

“Tim?” Lenni asked and Tim nodded, his eyes closed against the small headache that was forming.

“It’s me, real me, non-creep me” he muttered, and Lenni smiled down at him.

“Thank you” she whispered, cuddling up to him, resting her still bare chest against his, “I know you hate doing that, I appreciate it” she added, her voice small.

“I hate being him,” Tim agreed, “But… I don’t hate everything that happens while he’s in control” he admitted. Lenni kissed him on the cheek, snuggling up to him.

“I know, I know. But this is nice, the two of us… the real us.” Lenni said, as Tom wrapped his arms around her, “ I enjoy this part almost as much as the sex.”

Tim nodded, and then before he could stop himself he blurted out, “Yeah, I wish we could do this without him sometimes.” Lenni froze, not making eye contact with him and Tom panicked, “I mean I’ve thought about it, once or twice. Like what it would be like” he said, succeeding only in digging himself deeper.

“You want to… I mean- with me? Without the whole…” Lenni said, struggling to articulate what she was thinking.

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid thing to say,” Tim apologised, “ I don’t want to make things weird between us because I help you out like this.”

“You stupid son of a bitch” Lenni muttered and Tim was about to utter a new round of apologies when he realised Lenni was laughing, “The only person in the world I trust not to take advantage of me, the guy I spend all my time with both because he understands what I’m going through and because he’s the most fun to hang out with of anyone I know.”

“What?” he asked, nothing but confusion on his face. Lenni looked down at him, her expression half way between irate and grinning. Lenni looked him dead in the eye, a smile spreading across her features.

“Do you wanna get dinner sometime you dopey beautiful idiot?”