“Now here is a show that will change your life.”

Terry looked down at her hands to see Jake stuffing a USB stick into her hands.  Her eyes half-closed from sleep, she blinked and yawned at her apartment door.  She tried to compose herself while her mind tried to wake up.

Jake, an older man in his late thirties compared to the barely twenty-year-old standing half-asleep at her apartment front door, grinned.  “You’re only now getting up?”

“Time change,” Terry said, stretching.  “You’re supposed to get an extra hour of sleep.  Not be awoken by neighbors shoving new television shows in your hands.”

“You asked for it,” Jake said.  “And, also, cute neighbor.”

Terry rolled her eyes.  She looked at the USB stick.  “So, this is the show.  Lola.”

“All of it.  Got it last night for you.”

“Thanks,” Terry said, rubbing her eyes.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a nap before I wake up.”

Jake chuckled.  “Sorry, I had to drop it off now because I’m out for the rest of the day.  Enjoy the show!  I hear it’s very addictive.”

Terry nodded, yawned, and closed the door.  She leaned against it and stared at her USB stick.

“If he wasn’t cute, I’d be mad,” she said to herself, putting the USB stick down on the table by the door.  She walked back to her bedroom and checked her phone.  She sighed.

“Yes, yes, I’m getting to it,” she said to her phone, scrolling past advertisements for ‘Lola’, paid posts about ‘Lola’, and some of her favorite content creators shouting the show out.  “It’s like you wait until I’m home to besiege me with reminders to watch this show.”

She flopped down face-first on her bed.  “I have it now!  Leave me alone!” She shouted into her pillow.

***

Terry yawned and stretched.  She checked her phone.  Two hours since Jake showed up at her door.

“Now, I’m ready.”

She got out of bed and started breakfast.  Her eyes kept glancing over to the USB stick on the table.

Terry finished making breakfast and snatched the USB stick.  She took it to her laptop and placed it on a TV tray on her couch.  She slipped the USB stick in and saw six episodes on the stick.

“Wow, that’s not a lot.  I guess if it’s any good I can binge-watch the whole damn thing today,” Terry said.  She flipped on the first episode, sat back, and ate breakfast.

EPISODE ONE

The episode started.  A slight high-pitched whine emitted from the speakers as the show started.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Terry said, leaning forward.  She tried to fix the problem with no success.

“Maybe it’s a bad file,” she said to herself.  The show's credits faded and the whine seemed to dim.  She leaned back.  “Huh.  Well, guess it’s not that bad.”

She ignored the whine as the show started.  

“Weird.”

She noticed the low-budget look of the show.  “I thought this was supposed to be a big show.  No way everyone enjoys something that looks like this.”

Even worse, she noticed, barely, white flashes every so often.

“Great, the file must be corrupted.”

Lola walked onto the screen.  As Terry went to turn off the episode and see if the next one suffered the same fate, the screen flashed hard and fast. Terry blinked, overwhelmed.  Her fingers went lax against the keyboard and then slipped off entirely.  She sat back.

“It’s probably fine,” she said to herself.  “Besides, Jake is out all day.  I can’t get another copy.  This is fine.”

She watched the episode while she ate.  She barely noticed when she finished breakfast, her spoon clanging against the empty bowl.  

“Oh, guess I’m done,” she said.  She looked at the screen.  Lola was meeting a new boyfriend.  Terry felt the characterization was good.  She really felt she had something in common with Lola.

As she kissed the boyfriend, the show faded to credits.

“Darn, that episode went quick,” Terry said.  She moved the empty bowls of breakfast to the floor and quickly switched to the next episode.  She paused, and instead set up a playlist of all the episodes back-to-back.

“This does seem like a bingeable show after all,” she said as the second episode started.

EPISODE TWO

Terry noticed the difference immediately.  The soft, velvet-like music.  The tasteful blur and glow of the frame.  The slow motion.

“Starting with a sex scene?  Okay, then,” Terry said, a little excited.  As Lola and her new boyfriend made out passionately, Terry realized how much time passed since her last erotic entanglement.

Terry watched with fascination.  The colors seemed to swirl on screen.  The moans of passion came through her laptop speakers.  She heard the whine, saw the white flashes, but did not care about any of that compared to the action on screen.  Terry sat cross-legged, transfixed by the action.

And action is what happened.  Soon the boyfriend tore off Lola’s clothing.  Terry’s eyes went wide at the full-frontal nudity.

Then, the boyfriend removed his clothing.  Again.  Full-frontal nudity.

“This–this must be one of those prestige shows that can have nudity,” Terry whispered to herself.

The hardcore action that followed, however, did substantiate that claim.  Terry gasped as she watched full penetration.  However, unlike a porn movie, the sex instead focused on her genuine emotions during the sex.  And his.  She watched him moan and she watched him orgasm while saying he loved her.

Terry squirted just a tiny bit in her pajama pants.

“Wow, fucking, that was fucking hot,” she said, fanning herself.

Only, the action did not stop.  It continued.  All episode.  Frozen in arousal Terry sat there, glued to the screen.  When the credits rolled, she was glad the next episode started without hesitation.

“I can see why people are talking about this,” Terry said, feeling her burning cheek.  “Also, I need to get laid.  Like.  Today.”

EPISODE THREE

The next episode began with a very heart-warming session of pillow talk.  Terry did not notice the whine in the audio anymore.  The flashes of white continued, forcing her to blink rapidly.  She noticed her head dip down for a moment like she lost consciousness, but she bounced back quickly to keep watching.

She had to keep watching.

Lola confessed about how repressed she had been growing up.  How what she really wanted to be was a good little whore for some strong, dominating older man.

Terry’s mind balked at the blunt language used but the acting drew her in.  She really believed Lola.

And, as the man described what he could do to her, Terry found herself wanting to see what would happen next.

The boyfriend took Lola over his knee and spanked her.  Called her all sorts of nasty, filthy things.  Terry watched, her throat dry, as Lola orgasmed from the abuse.

The boyfriend then teased and edged her with her favorite toy.  Terry’s pussy pulsated with need and desire, but Terry found herself too transfixed to move.  The passion, the story, and the acting all spoke to her.  She realized, watching Lola enjoy submitting to him, that she needed that in her life.  She started to fantasize about herself as Lola.  Having a strong, older man dominate her like that.  So caring and loving, and yet so filthy and nasty.

She swore, during a rather intense pattern of white light flashes, the boyfriend turned to the screen and ordered her to masturbate.  Whatever happened, she could not help herself.

She spread her legs and stuffed her hand down her pajama pants.  The slick feeling of her pussy against her fingers caused her to moan.  Moan in time with Lola.  

“Important to moan in time with Lola,” Terry whispered to herself.

For the rest of the episode, the boyfriend teased her, calling her and Terry horrible things, teasing them, and yet doing it in a way she knew he didn’t mean it.  He only wanted them to explore their sexuality.  To have fun.

To submit.

Lola screamed about how she would submit.  How she loved to submit.  The boyfriend turned to stare at Terry.  Asked her if she would submit.

Terry stayed silent, lost in her own masturbation fantasy.

The episode ended without climax.  Words appeared on the screen telling her not to stop, but not cum until told.

“No, no, I need to cum, I…” Terry whispered to a television show.  The credits rolled.

Terry complied.

EPISODE FOUR

Terry dangled on the edge of orgasm.  It hurt.  It also caused her to feel light-headed and dazed.  She leaned back on the couch, her strength failing her with every edge she touched herself to.

The episode felt like a blur.  One minute the boyfriend made out with her in the shower.  The next, Lola was dressed differently.  Revealing.  Showing off her body.  Her curves.  Terry noticed quite a similarity between Lola’s body and her own.  The makeup made Lola look like a slutty bimbo.  The clothing only proved that point.  And yet, for a full five minutes, Lola stood in center screen, writhing and caressing herself.  Encouraging anyone to touch themselves to her.

Terry did not find women attractive sexually.  Yet, Lola looked amazing.  And, after all the edging, Terry could not did not want to stop masturbating.

So, for the first time in her life, Terry openly masturbated to another woman.  And, as Lola moved to a dinner date with her best friend, Terry started to hope Lola would fuck her.  The need to see woman-on-woman action grew until Terry’s clit hurt with swollen arousal at the thought of it.

Then, it happened.  Lola lunged at her best friend, and they started to make out.  Terry watched for bare flesh, peering like a pervert to see nudity.  When it did happen, the next few edges hurt her.

But, Terry continued.  She had to continue.  The best friend ate out Lola, and then Lola did the same.  Terry’s mouth watered, needing to taste pussy juice.

Terry did not notice how damp her pants, or the couch, became with her continued masturbation sessions.  Terry did not notice how the day slipped by her.

Only the show mattered.

EPISODE FIVE

“I am a slut.”

Lola faced the screen, putting on makeup that reinforced that statement.

“I am a slut.”

Terry’s fingers, aching from the repeated motions, picked up the pace.  Something about this spoke to her.

“I am a slut.”

“I am a slut,” Terry repeated without thought.

Like a dam breaking in her head, Terry found herself repeating whatever Lola said.  The line between Lola and Terry started to break, as Terry swore she saw herself in the mirror’s reflection in Lola’s room.  Putting on the makeup.  Putting on the clothes.  Terry would reinvent herself to look just like Lola.

To be Lola.

To be a good slutty little whore for some strong, older man.

The episode continued for twice the length of the others, but Terry did not notice.  She continued to repeat the words Lola spoke, every sentence making more and more sense in her head.  

EPISODE SIX

Only a small, dim part of her brain realized this was no episode.  Instead, a black screen with intermittent flashes of different colors and a variety of high-pitched noises greeted her.

No matter.  They proved exactly what she needed.

The arousal from the hours and hours of binge-watching and edging herself dulled her mind.  The flashes of light rewired her brain.  The noises changed her thoughts.

Without thought, she got to her feet.  She nearly stumbled, bleary-eyed from watching television so intently and dehydration.  She unlocked the door, dropped her soaking pajama pants, and sat in the warm puddle of her own arousal on the couch.  She spread her legs.

And stared.

She heard a knock.  She realized the day turned to night at some point.  The door opened.

As it should.

Someone entered.  She felt drool dripping from her lips down to her bare chest.

She heard a small scoff.  Whoever stood next to her seemed impressed.  Maybe even a little disappointed a good little whore like her binge-watched so easily.

She felt two strong, thick fingers penetrate her pussy.  A face went into focus as the man squatted in front of her.

Jake.  She smiled.

“I own your pussy, Lola,” he growled.

Terry’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.  After hours of torment, the orgasm she experienced hurt more than it pleased her.  Like a piercing pop, she squirted hard, squirting on to the laptop and all over the furniture.  Her pussy clenched his fingers and dragged them further inside of her.  The orgasm lasted for a full minute, never stopping, only increasing in sensation.  Until she felt a burning sensation in her brain.  And a great white light that cleansed her of everything.  Pain, suffering.  Thought.  Independence.  Resistance.

She melted into a puddle on the couch.   She could not move, only smile weakly at Jake, her owner.

“I’m Lola,” she whispered.

Jake smiled.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah.  I’m your little slutty Lola, Master,” she whispered.

Jake clapped his hands together.  Seeing one hand covered in her orgasm, he licked it off and savored the taste.  “Oh, I can’t believe this worked.  I had my doubts.  My friend said it worked, but you know how technology guys can be.”

Jake grabbed Terry by the chin and made her look at him.  She smiled like a happy puppy dog.

“Finally.  I have you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“A little deepfake technology, some subliminal messaging, and a little hack into your internet to plant all those advertisements for a show that didn’t exist.  It cost me a lot of money.  Then again, now I have you.”

Terry squirmed as she liked the sound of that.  

“I guess we better start detaching you from your previous life,” Jake said, looking around the apartment.  “Then again, you working means I have to work less.”

He looked back at Terry and kissed her on the forehead.  “I wish I could fuck your brains out tonight.  But, he said I have to let you sleep for tonight.  To let your programming really settle in.  Plus, the orgasm you had probably destroyed you for the day.”

Jake sighed.  He gazed into her eyes.  “Sleep.”

Terry slumped and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.  Jake lay her down on the couch, and then hoisted her into his arms.

“You’re sleeping at my place tonight.”

Jake started to walk out of the room.  The laptop started to replay the second episode.  Jake paused and laughed.

“No need for you anymore,” he said, powering off the laptop.  “She’s already watched enough.”

Jake, holding the limp body of Terry, walked out of her apartment, eager to start living out the fantasies in his head.  Forever.