Chapter 6: Forging Ahead
“Don’t think. Just lick.”
Penelope moaned, her tongue extending from her mouth to trail along the glistening slit in front of her. She was down on her knees, her blouse unbuttoned, her skirt pulled up around her waist. The room around her was dark, lit only by a fireplace at one end, and candles on the walls.
The hardwood floor under Penelope’s knees would hurt if she stayed there for long, but it was hard for her to mind when she had no thoughts of her own at all. The tone that echoed through her mind was too loud to allow for thoughts. The closest thing she had to those was the sound of Daemon’s voice in her ear.
“Move your tongue around her clit. Good. Flick. Use your tongue to press it up against your teeth. Now wrap your lips, and suck. Harder. Moan to make your lips vibrate. Don’t think. Suck.”
Penelope moaned as she suckled obediently at the woman’s clit, not even needing to know who she was. All she knew was she’d been told to suck by Daemon. That was enough.
Above her, the woman moaned louder, sliding tan fingers through her hair. Orange-red eyes hooded, and lips curled into a devious smile as the woman’s hips trembled. She was speaking, but the words were too far away for Penelope to hear. They were too quiet, and the ringing in her ears was too loud.
“Take two fingers, and rub them along her slit. Get them nice and wet. Now, thrust them deep inside of her. Move them like you’d move the same fingers inside of yourself. Flick your tongue at her clit as you suck. Don’t think. You don’t need to think. You don’t want to think.”
Green eyes fluttered as she put all of her focus into moving her fingers deep inside of the other woman’s pussy. Even if she knew it was Harper’s pussy she wouldn’t have been able to stop thrusting her fingers in deep, or flicking her tongue out against the throbbing clit she held trapped between her lips.
Daemon knew best, and Penelope trusted her more than she trusted herself.
“Add a third finger. Thrust them faster. Flick your tongue faster. Reach your other hand between your legs. Rub. Faster. Moan louder. Look up. Wiggle your hips. You can’t think. Your mind is too weak to think. You need someone to think for you.”
For a while now, Penelope had felt herself growing weaker and weaker. First it had been the nightmares. Then it was the little gaps of time. So many things kept adding up.
Now, with her tongue eagerly dancing against her once-captor’s, clit, her own fingers buried inside both that woman’s pussy and her own, she was achieving a kind of blank, empty peace she never would have imagined wanting. She stared up at Harper’s face, her orange-red eyes, her curly black hair. Penelope’s eyes showed no expression at all. They didn’t look aroused, or scared, or angry, or anything like that at all.
The only thing to be seen was a vacancy, an emptiness that was only made more empty as the ringing sound pulsed so loudly between her ears.
“Moan louder. Faster. Move your fingers faster. Clench your thighs tight. Arch your back. You never want to think again. You’re happier being a mindless sex toy.”
Above her, Harper let out a loud, sharp cry as her entire body shook. Lust flowed into Penelope’s mouth, and down her cheeks as she shuddered on her knees. She didn’t stop thrusting her fingers. She didn’t stop moaning.
Penelope was being thorough. That was even better than being efficient.
“Don’t stop. Don’t think. You don’t want to think. You want to obey.”
Penelope had no way to agree, but it didn’t matter. She was busy carrying out her task, and she didn’t want it to stop. She was much happier as a mindless sex toy. Kneeling between another woman’s legs, she wasn’t worried at all about who might want her technological expertise.
She definitely wasn’t worried about Daemon turning against her.