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button on his fly and I pulled his cock out; stroking
him until he was as hard as steel. I watched until his hand fell to the back of
my head and he pushed me forward against his crotch. His body jerked before he
pulled himself away from me. I saw myself swallow, then open my mouth, sticking
my tongue out for inspection.
    My stomach flipped. I closed the video and opened
another. James was on top of me and my legs were spread wide. I couldn't see
his cock, but there was no question that he was fucking me while I smiled. The
next video showed him fucking me as well, but this time he took me doggie
style. I saw my breasts bouncing as he pushed himself into me again and again.
    I have to get out of here! I have to tell someone!
    I didn't move. Instead, I opened the remaining two
videos. What I saw explained why I'd woken up with a sore asshole for the past
two nights. The first video showed James spreading my cheeks before pushing
himself into me. The second video showed me spreading for him. He fucked hard.
    "Like what you see?" said a voice from
behind me.
    My heart jumped into my throat as I turned on James.
"You fucking asshole! You are in some shit now!"
    He just smiled at me. "Ohh come on Britney, it's
not like you didn't enjoy it. Turn up the volume a bit and listen to those
moans you make. Or how you begged me last night to take you up the ass."
    "I'd never ask for that! There is no way I
enjoyed any of that you sick fuck!"
    His eyebrow raised and his eyes slid down my body.
"Then why are you touching yourself Britney? Why are your tits hard and
your cunt wet?"
    "It's not..." I looked down and saw my hand,
or rather my arm. My hand was hidden between my legs and for the first time since
I'd started watching the videos, I realized that my fingers were buried deep
inside of my pussy. My clit throbbed and my asshole clenched. What the hell
did he do to me?!
    I pulled my hand out from between my legs. "Get
out of my way!" I tried to dash by the lanky lab tech, but I didn't get
far. His hand wrapped around my wrist before pulling me backwards. I lost my
balance and fell into his open arms. As his grip on me tightened, I felt my
feet leave the ground. He was carrying me back towards the bed. And in his hand
were half a dozen thick leather straps.
    "No! No no no! Let me go you freak!" I
kicked uselessly in the air as I twisted and squirmed to no avail. "Let me
go!"
    His lips tickled my ear as he spoke. "Shhh. This
is just a little setback Britney. This steps up the timetable a bit, but it
shouldn't be a problem."
    "What the hell are you talking about?"
    "Seriously? You don't understand what's going on
yet? I'm glad I had you dye your hair blonde."
    Wait, what? "You didn't make me dye my
hair. I just wanted something different!"
    He chuckled as he threw me to the bed. I tried to
scramble off of the other side but James was too fast for me. Before I could
stop him, he had my wrist in a leather cuff lined with fur. He explained
everything as he climbed on top of me. I struggled as best as I could, but even
with his skinny arms, I couldn't overpower him.
    "You dyed your hair because I implanted the
thought into that empty little head of yours while you slept. Just like how I
got you to dress in lingerie last night or in that slutty little skirt you're
wearing now. And when you go back to sleep, I'm going to finish training you.
When you wake back up, all I'll have to do is snap my fingers and you'll drop
to your knees and wrap those lips of yours around my cock. And if I snap again,
you'll spread your legs and let me fuck you. Cunt or ass, it won't matter.
You'll beg for both."
    His words hit me like a truck. The clothes, the
hair, the make-up. It was all James. Ohh God this is real. This is real! He's
going to brainwash me! He's going to turn me into a sex doll! "Please!
Let me go James. We can still go out. We could be good together without all
this. And I won't tell anyone. I promise!"
    He finished tightening the last of the