Jess waved to Terry as she clocked out for the night. “Night, boss!”

“Huh?” Terry murmured groggily, checking his watch. “Closing time already?”

“‘fraid so,” Jess replied. “Tired? You didn’t accidentally drink decaf again, did you?”

“Don’t think so, just…” Terry sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Had to train the new girl, took a lot out of me. She was pretty, uh, energetic.”

“You know,” Jess giggled, “you don’t have to fuck every new girl you hire.”

Terry smiled sheepishly and scratched his head. “Well, you know how it is! I just get carried away sometimes.”

Jess rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. “Whatever you say, boss. See you tomorrow!”

“Have a good night, Jess!” Terry called out.

Honestly, he’s such a horndog, Jess thought as she stepped out of the restaurant and into a brisk fall evening. But he really is a sweetheart. He does care about all of us, and we all just adore working for him. And it’s not like I have any reason to be jealous; after all, I’m his favorite!

She’d been working at Terry’s restaurant, Honkers, for years now. It wasn’t long before she started feeling a deeper affection for Terry. He never seemed like her type at first, but the more time she spent with him, the stronger their bond grew. Soon enough, she was sleeping with him, and he was hypnotizing her into his ideal brainwashed loveslave.

Not that she remembered the second part, of course. She was such an excellent hypnotic subject that Terry never had to worry about her remembering her conditioning when she wasn’t supposed to. He had her giving him titjobs long before she fell in love with him. But he never made her fall in love. She did that on her own, an act that surprised him even more than it did her.

As Jess walked away from the restaurant, she noticed a strange-looking person standing underneath a streetlight. Huh. Not everyday you see someone with pink skin. Or an outfit that skimpy.

The person under the streetlight wore a black one-sleeved leotard, with a prominent bulge over his crotch. He paired it with a cropped fur vest and matching legwarmers, along with some truly massive platform heels. As Jess got closer, she noticed a pair of horns poking out of the top of his head. Oh, he must be one of those oni guys. I think I read an article or something about them.

“‘Scuse me,” the guy asked as Jess passed by. He looked down at his phone, then at Jess, then at his phone, then at Jess again.

He repeated this cycle another couple times before Jess spoke up. “Uh, hi? Can I help you with something?”

“Just a sec,” he replied, yet again glancing back and forth between his phone and Jess. “…Your name’s Jess, right?

Okay, the vibes just got really bad. “How do you know my name?” Jess asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, I recognize you from…” The guy trailed off, then chuckled to himself. “Y’know what, never mind. I was gonna give this whole fake story about seeing you in Honkers, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Look,” Jess scowled, “I gotta get home, so unless you have something important to say–”

“I do,” the guy interrupted. “Well, not say, but I do need you to look at something.” He turned his phone towards Jess and smiled. “Time to sink deep, babe.”

Jess opened her mouth to protest, but then she noticed the spiral on his phone. Her eyes helplessly locked onto it, and she immediately started to sink into trance. A small part of her realized what was happening and tried to wake her up, but she’d grown so accustomed to being hypnotized that she couldn’t put up any sort of fight.

“That’s right,” the guy said softly, stepping closer. “Deeper and deeper, letting your mind go still, sinking for the spiral. It’s so natural for you now, isn’t it?”

“Naaatt…urraallll…” Jess murmured, her eyes going lidded.

“Atta girl,” the guy chuckled. “You can call me Giri, Jess. I’m gonna take really good care of you. Follow me, okay?”

“Oh…kay… Giri…” Jess stretched her arms out in front of her and followed Giri over to his car.

Giri opened his trunk and grabbed a small VR headset. “Get in,” he said, sliding his phone into the headset.

Jess complied, never rousing from her trance even though the spiral wasn’t in her field of vision anymore.

“Huh.” Giri waved his hand in front of her face, a little surprised at how deep she’d gotten after just a few seconds of exposure to the spiral. “Do I even need to bother with the headset?” He shrugged. “Eh, might as well.” He placed the headset on Jess’s face and kissed her cheek. “Sit tight, darling. The spiral will keep you comfortable.”

“Ssspirrallll…” Jess drooled, sinking cozily into the trunk.

“Good girl.” Giri put a pillow under Jess’s head and tucked a blanket over her body. “Wouldn’t want to damage the goods,” he muttered.

He hammered out a quick text before grabbing the trunk door and slammed it shut.

Jess didn’t even notice the car start to move and carry her far, far away from Honkers.

The next time Jess had a thought in her head, she was wondering why she was sitting up.

She groaned and opened her eyes, her memory of anything that happened after her last shift worryingly fuzzy. She tried to rub her face, but something was pinning her wrist down.

As she looked around the room, Jess realized that her evening was about to get even worse.

She was in a bare concrete room, illuminated by harsh, unflattering fluorescents, and strapped to a large, padded chair. There was nothing else around her but a flat-screen television on an arm, seemingly attached to the chair.

Jess strained against her restraints. They didn’t budge an inch. Shit. Shit shit shit. She sighed and tried to bang the back of her head against the chair, hoping that this was all some bizarre dream and the pain would wake her up. But it wasn’t, and it didn’t, and she closed her eyes and growled in frustration.

Okay, think. You clocked out last night. You saw some oni femboy-looking guy on a street corner. He… he showed me… She started to remember the spiral and furrowed her brow. No, that can’t be it. I wouldn’t fall for some stupid hypno app, that’s just made-up bullshit. But either way, who brought me here? And why?

As if to answer her question, Jess heard a nasally giggle from behind her. “Who’s there?!” she shouted, trying to project anger rather than the abject terror she actually felt right now.

“Whoa, whoa,” the voice replied, “simmer down, babe.” Jess felt a hand on her shoulder and winced. “Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression during your interview, would ya?”

“Wh-What?” Jess sputtered. She turned towards the source of the voice and nearly did a double-take.

Her captor was a small, wiry woman with pink skin, long purple hair, large, bat-like ears, and eyes that suggested she hadn’t slept in several weeks. She grinned, teeth like a shark’s, and extended a hand towards Jess. “Name’s Daeva. Call me Dave.”

Jess looked down at the hand and scowled. “…If you’re expecting a shake, I think you might’ve overlooked something.”

Dave’s eyes flicked between her hand and Jess’s restraints. “Oh, yeah. Duh.” She shrugged and pulled her hand back. “So, how was the ride? If you can, like, remember any of it. Giri said he had you pretty zonked back there.”

“You kidnapped me,” Jess growled, “and you have the audacity to ask me how the car ride was?”

“Hey, hey,” Dave snapped, “we don’t use the ‘K’ word here. You were recruited, honey.”

“‘Recruited?’” Jess scoffed. “Your boytoy threw me in the back of a car!”

“He didn’t ‘throw’ you,” Dave protested. “You got in yourself, and I’ve got the footage to show it! That shit won’t hold up in court!”

“Ugh, whatever.” Jess sighed and pressed her head back against the chair. “So, why did you bring me here? And… where is ‘here,’ anyway?”

Dave smiled. “Why, you’re in Club Spiral, of course! And we’re about to start your training to be my next Spiral Bunny!”

Jess raised an eyebrow. “Club… Spiral?”

“Yeah!” Dave’s smile wavered. “Y-You’ve heard of us, right?”

“Uh… vaguely?” Jess shrugged. “I dunno, strip clubs aren’t really my scene.”

“We’re not–” Dave huffed and stamped her foot. “It’s not a ‘strip club,’ alright? It’s way bigger than that. You have no idea what kind of laws we had to get passed to allow this thing to happen.”

“Sure, sure,” Jess muttered, not really listening.

“And honestly, I’m a little upset you haven’t heard of us,” Dave continued. “I mean, your shitty restaurant is our biggest competition! You’re stealing all our customers, with your overpriced food and those slutty little crop tops! That’s why I headhunted you!”

“Wait, you’re…” Jess’s eyes widened. “You’re so jealous of Honkers that you’re kidnapping–”

“Ah!” Dave yelped, glaring at Jess.

“…Recruiting its most popular waitresses?”

“Well… yeah.”

Jess stared at Dave. “…Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Dave chortled. “Last I checked, no.”

“Look, Dave,” Jess huffed, “I’m not quitting my job. I love working for Terry!”

“Oh, please,” Dave scoffed, rolling her eyes. “That doesn’t matter in the slightest. My brainwashing tech is leagues ahead of him. I mean, he just swings a stupid watch around! I’ve got spirals and subliminals and all kinds of badass shit!”

“What’re you talking about?” Jess asked.

“Don’t play dumb. Terry hypnotizes all his girls and makes them fawn over him. It’s obvious!”

Jess burst out laughing. “Damn, you really are crazy! You really think Terry’s out there ‘brainwashing’ all his employees? Hypnosis isn’t even real!”

Dave stared at Jess in disbelief. “…You really don’t know, do you?”

“Oh, c’mon!” Jess chuckled. “You seriously can’t tell me you believe in that stuff!”

“I can, actually.” Dave whipped out a cell phone and held it up to Jess’s face. “You remember Giri’s ‘assistant,’ right?”

“I…” Jess’s eyes widened as the spiral on the screen enveloped her mind, sending her deeper and deeper into–

“See?” Dave grinned, pulling her phone away.

Jess blinked a few times, shaking her head. “…O-Okay, maybe hypnosis is… kinda real. But there’s no way Terry would ever do any of that stuff!”

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever.” Dave reached up towards the TV screen and adjusted the angle.

“Hey!” Jess shouted. “You better get me outta this chair if you want to keep that pretty smile!”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” Dave chuckled. “That’s so sweet!”

“You’re not funny!” Jess pulled against her restraints and growled at her captor.

“Darling, I appreciate the foreplay,” Dave smirked, “but c’mon. We have minutes before those sweet lips are wrapped around my cock.” She pressed a button on the back of Jess’s chair, and a spiral just like the one on her phone appeared on the screen. “Just watch the pretty screen so we can get to the fun part, dear.”

Jess scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You dommy villains are all the same. All this talk and no results. You can keep playing these videos all you want, ain’t no way I’m… I’m…” She stared at the spiral and felt her jaw go slack. “I-I’m, uh…”

“You’re what?” Dave grinned. “Go on, Jessie-boo. Tell me.”

“I’m… I…” Jess’s eyes went lidded as she sank into the chair. “I… obey… Mistress Daeva…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Dave chuckled and pulled down Jess’s top, playfully groping her new recruit’s breasts. “Honestly, though, it’s a little surprising you dropped that quickly. Even that reporter babe puts up more of a fight than that.” She squeezed firmly and purred. “Not that I’m complaining, though.”

Jess moaned and buckled her hips. “Mistresssss…”

“Oh, I am never gonna get tired to hearing you say that.” Dave reached up under Jess’s skirt and slid a pair of fingers between her pussy lips. “God, you’re soaked. I gotta give Terry credit, he really conditioned you good.” She cackled villainously. “Too bad for him!”

“Terry…” Jess whimpered.

“Uh-uh!” Dave snapped her fingers. “Forget about him, babe! I’m your Mistress now!”

“Forget… F-Forget…?” Jess groaned. Terry… love Terry… don’t wanna… I…

The screen pulsed. Jess’s eyes widened. A name dropped out of her head. She didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t matter. Mistress would tell her what to remember. “Yessss…”

“That’s better.” Dave kissed Jess’s cheek and patted her on the head. “I’m gonna leave you to bake for a while, ‘kay, babe?”

“Yessss… Mistressss…” Jess sighed, lips curled into a dreamy smile.

She heard Mistress walk away and the door close behind her.

Then she stopped thinking anything at all.

Bunny Unit 27 giggled as she heard the familiar chime from her bunny ears. “Another table for me! Mmm, Bunny is so popular…”

She couldn’t tell how long she’d been working for Mistress Daeva. By now, the neon pink lights and massive arrays of tube TVs hanging from the ceiling felt like home. It was hard for her to count the days, given the lack of daylight inside Club Spiral and the fuzzy, confused feeling she got whenever she tried to count higher than 10. Whenever she asked Mistress, she just patted Bunny on the head and told her not to think about it. And then, usually, to start sucking her cock. Mmm, she thought, picturing that cock in her mind, if I keep going, maybe Mistress will reward Bunny… make her a wifey fucktoy…

Bunny jolted awake, realizing she’d been fantasizing about Mistress and her cock for at least a few minutes. She giggled again, squeezing her thighs together and groping her chest. “Ah… obeying all night long… Bunny loves to obey…”

The chime sounded again, more insistent this time. Bunny nodded and tottered off to her next table, carefully balancing the cocktail, dildo, and anal plug on her tray.

After a moment, she arrived at her destination. “Welcome!” she chirped, popping out a hip and angling her body so her customer could get a peek under her skirt. “I’m Bunny, and I’ll be serving you tonight!”

Her customer was a somewhat heavy-set guy, middle-aged, with glasses and a beard. Bunny thought she might’ve seen him before, but couldn’t place where. When he saw her, his eyes lit up and he smiled. “Jess! Are you okay?”

“Hm?” Bunny kept her smile up, but started to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach. “Sorry, sir, but I’m not Jess. I’m Bunny!” She set the tray down and sat down next to him. “So, what’s your name, mister?”

“…Jess, it’s me,” the man said, concerned. “Terry. Your boss? Your lover?”

“Huh?” Bunny furrowed her brow. Lover? But… Bunny loved Mistress! That can’t be right… can it?

Bunny felt a pulse from her bunny ears and shuddered. “Um…” Like, what was I thinking? She giggled. Oh, silly me! Bunny doesn’t think! Bunny just obeys! “Uh-uh!” she said in a sing-song. “You’re not my boss, mister! My boss is that cutie on those screens over there!”

She pointed at a TV with a picture of Mistress on it, with a pink spiral behind her and the words “Join today!” plastered on top.

“Oh…” The man looked crestfallen, but only for a moment. Then he took a deep breath, clenched his jaw, and stood up. “Can I speak with your boss, then?”

“Sorry, mister,” Bunny replied, shaking her head. “She doesn’t talk with the customers. Leaves that to the pros… like me!”

“She’ll want to see me,” the man insisted. “We’re actually old friends, we go way back.”

“Really?” Bunny scratched her head. “Um, then… okay! I’ll go find her, but she might be busy…”

“Tell her it’s Terry,” the man said, a devious smile spreading across his face. “She’ll find the time.”

“Sure, mister!” Bunny beamed, tottering off to find Mistress Daeva. She caught a peek at the other Spiral Bunnies working their shifts as she walked through the club; one had a guest’s head buried in her cleavage, another was bent over a table getting spanked. She even saw one of them cumming into someone’s drink, their cock spurting as the bunny stood with a dumb, mindless grin on her face. Looks like someone ordered extra cream! Bunny thought, giggling to herself.

“Bunny!” shouted a voice that made Bunny snap to attention. She turned and saw Mistress glaring up at her with a scowl. “What’re you doing? You’re supposed to be at table 34!”

“The guy told me to find you, Mistress,” Bunny smiled. “He said you’d want to see him, that you’re old friends or something?”

“Not likely,” Mistress scoffed. “I don’t know anyone in this town besides the people I’ve got working under this roof. Who the hell is this guy?”

“He said his name is Terry, Mistress.”

“T–” Mistress froze, then let out a long, annoyed groan. “Ugh, of course he’s here… alright, fine, I’ll deal with him. Head over to table 42, they just came in.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Bunny nodded and turned around.

“Oh, wait!” Mistress called out, tugging on Bunny’s arm. “You didn’t recognize this Terry guy, did you?”

“Um… n-no?” Bunny replied warily.

Mistress smiled. “Good. Good girl.” She swatted Bunny on the ass and pointed at table 42. “Now, march!”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Bunny whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. Gosh, Mistress’s touch always feels so good… I almost came right there…

Bunny made it over to table 42 and gave her best smile. “Hi! Welcome to Club Spiral! I’m your entertainment for the evening!”

“Ugh, finally,” her guest muttered. She wore a dark red suit over a slightly-unbuttoned silk blouse, her long dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She looked up and stared Bunny down, inspecting her with her eyes. “Mmm… yes, you’ll do nicely…” She patted the seat next to her. “Sit.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Bunny giggled. She wiggled her behind as she sat down, batting her eyes at her customer. “So, what’s your name, cutie?”

“You can call me Blake,” the guest replied. “Or ‘Mistress,’ if you prefer.”

Bunny chuckled. “Sorry, ma’am, but I’ve only got one Mistress. She’s the owner.”

“Of more than just the building, I’ll bet…” Blake smirked. “Alright, that’s fine.” She picked up a tablet computer that was set on the table in front of them. “So, I make orders through this?”

“Mhm!” Bunny nodded. “Is this your first time here, Blake?”

“Miss Blake,” Blake snapped. “And yes.”

“Well, welcome to the club, Miss Blake!” Bunny beamed. “We have all sorts of beverage options, plus a bunch of sex toys you can use on–”

“Yes, yes, I knew that part,” Blake interrupted. “But this… this seems exciting.”

“Huh?” Bunny peeked over Blake’s shoulder. Her guest’s finger was perched over a tab on the menu, with a spinning spiral icon. “Oh, right, Mistress told me about those… Um, what did she say they were…?”

Blake tapped the icon, and a moment later grinned. “Oh, I’m going to have some fun with this…”

Bunny opened her mouth to ask what Blake was talking about, but then her guest held the tablet in front of her face. A swirling display of colors and spirals flashed before her, and she instantly fell into a deep trance.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Blake laughed. “I knew you bunny bitches were supposed to be brainwashed, but damn, that’s some quick response time.” She groped Bunny’s chest and bit her lip. “Mmm… nice puppies you’ve got here…”

“Puppies…” Jess murmured. “But… I’m Bunny…?”

“Whatever.” Blake checked the tablet again and tapped her chin. “Hm, looks like we just have a few presets here… figures, they wouldn’t want people to start totally reprogramming the merchandise…” She tapped a few times and nodded. “Alright, let’s try this.”

Bunny’s ears played a sound, but it wasn’t the alert chime she was used to. It was a harsh, electronic buzz, like an old dial-up modem. Bunny shuddered as it awoke a piece of programming deep in her mind, and within a few moments she wasn’t Bunny anymore.

Unit 27 opened its eyes and straightened out its back. “Unit online,” it said in a dull, robotic monotone. “Greetings, Miss Blake. How may this Unit serve you?”

“God damn,” Blake purred. “Watching the lights go out of your eyes, the way you just… turn off. And become something else.”

Unit 27 noticed Blake’s hand was underneath her pants. “This Unit reminds Miss Blake that, although touch is allowed, only Units and Bunnies are allowed to orgasm.”

Blake frowned. “Well, that’s bullshit. But fine.” She slid her hand back out and wiped it off on her pant leg. “Stand up and face me, Unit.”

“Affirmative.” Unit 27 rose from its seat and swiveled towards Blake. Its posture was perfect, arms straight at its sides, its face lacking any emotion.

“Now,” Blake smirked, “give me a salute, and hold it until I say to stop.”

“Affirmative.” Unit 27 saluted mechanically, eyes fixed straight ahead. If it weren’t a programmed machine, it would feel pride at how obedient it was.

“Aaaaaaaaaaand…” Blake held for dramatic effect, though she was the only one who was amused by it. “Stop.”

Unit 27 put its arm down. “Do you have any other requests to make of this Unit?”

Blake simply smiled and spread her legs wide. Unit 27 detected a tenting in her pants and immediately understood what Blake was requesting. It was an intelligent machine, after all.

“Understood,” it nodded. “Beginning lap dance. Miss Blake is reminded that–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Blake sighed, “I’ll warn you when I’m close.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Fucking horseshit rule…”

Unit 27 noted Blake’s dissatisfaction with the club’s policies and made a mental note… no, an internal log. That was the correct terminology. An internal log to notify its owner, Mistress Daeva, at the end of its shift.

It sat down on Blake’s crotch and began to rhythmically slide its posterior against its guest’s erection.

“Hhah,” Blake whimpered. “Fuck, whatever happened to foreplay?”

“Are you dissatisfied with this Unit’s performance?”

“Y-You’re not bad, but…” Blake sighed. “I dunno. It feels a little… mechanical?”

Unit 27 blinked. “Miss Blake, you are the one who chose to activate the drone program.”

“…True,” Blake admitted. “Okay, uh, never mind, then. Hand me that tablet thing.”

“Yes, Miss Blake.” Unit 27 picked up the tablet and gave it to its guest.

“I guess I could just turn you back to normal,” Blake grumbled. “Unless…” She raised an eyebrow. “Huh. That sounds interesting.”

Unit 27 did not respond. It understood that it was likely to switch off from its drone program soon, but this brought it no displeasure. Its purpose was to please guests. If the guest would be pleased more by a different personality, then it would gladly–

Another sound played from Unit 27’s ears. It gasped and moaned, eyes rolling back into its head. This sound was difficult for it to describe – there was some sort of crackling and whooshing, as if from an intense blaze, along with what sounded like moans of pleasure and a cruel, sadistic laugh. It closed its eyes as it felt its drone program shut down.

Jezebel grinned and licked her lips. “Well, now,” she purred, opening her eyes, “who’s the horny little mortal who decided to summon a succubus?”

“That’d be me,” Blake smiled.

“Mmm,” Jezebel purred. “Yeah, you look like you’d be dumb enough to try and summon a demon.”

“…Thanks?” Blake replied. “So, uh, are we still good for the lap dance, or…?”

“That’s what you want?” Jezebel pouted. “Damn. And here I thought I’d get to stretch my infernal power a bit.” She laid herself across Blake’s lap, casually reaching a hand down and feeling Blake’s hardening cock. “Not that I don’t enjoy the simpler pleasures, mind.”

“M-Me too,” Blake muttered.

“But, even if we’re just playing a little hanky-panky,” Jezebel sighed, “I’m afraid we’ll still need a contract.”

“Huh? But I signed a release when I–”

Jezebel interrupted with a sinister cackle. “No, no, babe. Human laws can’t bind me.” She picked up the tablet and showed it to Blake. “If you’ll just sign here.”

Blake squinted at the screen. The sleek Club Spiral menu had disappeared, replaced by a virtual piece of parchment with some words in Latin written on it. “Oh, I see,” Blake nodded. “Part of the roleplay stuff, right?”

“It’s about roles,” Jezebel tittered, “if you wanna think about it that way.”

“Okay, sure,” Blake chuckled. “You guys really go all out, huh…” She wrote her name with her finger. “There. Contract signed. Now…?”

“Now,” Jezebel grinned, “we have our fun.” She knelt down and started unbuckling Blake’s pants.

“Wh-Whoa!” Blake gasped. “What’re you–”

“Don’t worry, doll,” Jezebel purred. “We don’t have to use the kid gloves here. Look around.”

Blake glanced at the other customers in the club. She quickly noticed that almost everyone else had their pants down or their tops off, Spiral Bunnies using their mouths, hands, breasts, or various sex toys to pleasure their customers. “Huh…”

“See?” Jezebel giggled, pulling down Blake’s pants and pulling aside her underwear. She licked her lips when she saw her guest’s cock, already hard and beginning to leak a bit of pre. “Damn, girl, you should’ve told me you were packing something this nice!”

“You like it?” Blake blushed. “Or… oh, right. That’s just trying to flatter the customer, isn’t it? Appealing to my ego?”

“Well, it’s not not that,” Jezebel shrugged. “But still… it’s a really fucking nice cock.” She kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around it, purring as she felt it throb.

“Fuuuuck,” Blake whimpered.

“Mmm, you’re pretty sensitive,” Jezebel grinned. “I like that. So much easier to tease…” She flicked her tongue against the tip of Blake’s cock.

“Hoooo, kay,” Blake gasped. Her breathing was getting heavier and more erratic, and her cheeks were increasingly flushed. “God, if you keep that up, I think I’m gonna cum…”

Jezebel chuckled deviously. “That’s the idea, sugar.”

Blake blinked. “…W-Wait, what? But I thought clients weren’t allowed to–”

“Clients aren’t,” Jezebel interrupted. “But you’re a recruit now, cutie.” Her grin grew wider; Blake could’ve sworn she saw fangs. “Didn’t you read the contract?”

“R-Recruit?” Blake gulped. “Wait, that’s– ah~!”

Her protest was cut off by a moan as Jezebel took her cock into her mouth. The hostess-turned-succubus worked her like a pro, overloading Blake with pleasure even as her brain tried to scream in terror.

She knew, consciously, what Jezebel – or Bunny, or whatever her real name used to be – was doing to her. She was going to make Blake cum her brains out, literally, and turn her into another mind-fucked whore. She could only imagine what the process would be like, the kind of fucked-up kinky mind control that could break a normal, independent person down and turn her into a programmable fucktoy.

Blake opened her eyes and gasped.

“That’s right,” Giri cooed, holding the tablet up in front of Blake’s face as the spiral swirled and pulsed. “You can just relax now, babe. Let Jezebel work her magic.”

“Mm… Magic…” Blake whispered.

Giri chuckled and patted Jezebel on the head. “Good work there, babe. Got her warmed up for me.”

“For you?!” Jezebel scowled and stood up, glaring furiously at Giri. “Her soul is mine, you insolent little–”

“Reset,” Giri interrupted.

Bunny blinked. “Um, like… what was I saying?”

“Don’t worry about it, cutie,” Giri cooed. “Why don’t you head on over to table 12? I’m just gonna be putting our new ‘employee’ through her training.”

“Ooh!” Bunny giggled and winked at Blake. “Have fun, Miss Blake!”

Blake just drooled and stared mindlessly at the screen Giri was holding.

Bunny tottered off towards her next table. Gosh, that was so much fun! My head’s, like swimming! It’s so hot how Mistress has programmed all of us Bunny Units to be so easily controlled and obedient… She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip. I wonder what my next guest will want me to be…

“Bunny.” Mistress’s voice cut through the roar of the crowd like a knife through butter. “Come here.”

Bunny squealed with delight and ran over to the source of the voice, excited to receive new orders from her Mistress. But when she actually saw Mistress, she furrowed her brow and frowned in confusion. “Um… i-is everything alright?”

“Everything is… fine…” Mistress said in a dull monotone. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, and her cock stood proud and erect between her thighs. “I’ve had a… talk with… our guest… Terry…”

Terry stepped out from behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Yes,” he smirked, tucking a brass pocketwatch into his shirt pocket, “I’d say it was quite productive. We’ve come to a certain arrangement, haven’t we, Daeva?”

“Yess… I’ve come to…” Mistress’s eye twitched. “To… r-release… hhgh, bastard–!”

“Down, girl,” Terry growled, snapping his fingers. “Deeper for me. You’re getting what you deserve, remember?”

“Yes, Terry,” Mistress gasped, purring. “I deserve this…”

“M-Mistress, you’re scaring me,” Bunny said warily. “What’s going on?”

“Go on, Daeva,” Terry grinned. “Tell her.”

Mistress nodded, head loose on her shoulders like a ragdoll. “I’m… releasing you… from your… contract…”

“…What?”

“Don’t worry…” Mistress approached Bunny slowly. “It’ll be… just a second…” She stood up on her tip-toes and whispered a phrase in Bunny’s ear.

Bunny couldn’t make out the words, but as soon as she heard them, it was like the wind had been taken out of her. She stumbled to the ground, world rocking on its axis, as her mind reoriented itself. Memories vanished and reappeared, her personality restructuring and an old identity returning to the forefront of her mind.

Jess opened her eyes. “Ugh… what happened? Where am I?”

Terry breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god. I was so worried.”

“Huh? Terry?” Jess looked up. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes turned to the pink-skinned person standing in front of her. “And… who’s this weirdo?”

“No one you need to worry about anymore,” Terry smiled. He helped Jess to her feet and patted Daeva on the head. “Now, remember our agreement?”

“Yes…” Daeva murmured. “No more… headhunting… from you…”

“Good.” Terry hugged Jess tightly. “C’mon, Jess. I’ll drive you home.”

“Uh, thanks, boss…” Jess felt her chest rubbing against his shirt and gasped. “Oh, shit!” She pulled away and covered her bare breasts. “I-I’m sorry, Terry, I… I don’t know where my shirt went…”

“Huh?” Terry blinked, then chuckled. “Oh, that’s alright. I’ve seen you in far more compromising positions.”

“Y-Yeah, but…” Jess looked around, startled. “Aren’t we in public? I think? What is this place? H-How did I–?”

“Shh, shhhh,” Terry cooed. He pulled out his pocketwatch and swung it in front of Jess’s face. “Just relax. It’s alright. I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

“Ssafe,” Jess sighed, sinking back into trance with ease. “Yeah, you’re… yeah…”

“That’s my girl,” Terry smiled. “You can let the rest of the world fade away now. There’s only my voice. Only my words. Let me guide you, away from here, back down into that deep place we both love so much.”

Jess hummed softly, relaxing into Terry’s arms with a peaceful smile.

Terry kissed her on the forehead and picked her up, bridal-style. “Let’s get you home, my dear.”