They were laughing at her again. Sabrina wanted them to stop. Or at least, she told herself she wanted them to stop. Below her mutinous, sulky surface, she felt a deeper part of herself (but not very deep) revelling in it. She was, if anything, more frustrated with herself for how hot the mockery was getting her, than with the four mesmerists for mocking her in the first place. She couldn’t stop humiliating herself for them, and she loved it, even though she was trying to pretend otherwise. Her cheeks burned as she heard them taunt her, her ears pricking up at the sound of their voices against her volition.

She wished she knew what they were saying.

Their snide tones, and their snickering laughter, gave her a good sense of the kinds of comments they were making. But the actual words were unintelligible, the language completely unfamiliar to her. The most infuriating part was, she knew they were speaking English - and she knew she could speak, and understand, English perfectly well herself, under normal circumstances. But throughout this hypnokinky week, there was no such thing as ‘normal circumstances’.

Marching across the living room, she glared at Phil. The effect might’ve been slightly more intimidating (but only slightly) had she been upright. She might be five-foot-fuck-all, but he was currently seated, so at least she’d be looking down at him. Since she was stuck on all fours, though, he, and practically everyone else, was looking down at - on - her. He did so now with an amused, adoring grin, and said something in an inquiring tone. He’d asked her a question.

“Mrrrow,” she replied helplessly, unable to say anything else. After all, how else were kittens - including sex kittens - supposed to communicate?

He laughed, and she squirmed, pulsating with mortified pleasure at the feeling of his gaze on her as she mewled on her hands and knees. Seeing his hand reach down towards her, she recoiled, but wasn’t fast enough. His palm landed on her head and began stroking her hair, his fingers threading through her golden locks to caress her scalp and the nape of her neck.

She couldn’t stop herself from leaning into the headpats, her eyes falling shut, a serene smile spreading across her face. She began to purr, gently nuzzling his wrist and upper arm with her cheek, his fingertips sending electric tingles through her. Fuck, she was throbbing. She loved how good it felt to be stroked - and she hated how much she loved it. She didn’t want to be a meek, easily dominated sex pet. (Or, she claimed she didn’t, anyway.) But her body was out of her control, responding just how he - her cunning, conniving roommate and Owner - wanted.

All too soon, he relinquished his hand. She pouted as he made another snide remark, smirking down at her. “Mrowww,” she grumbled, turning away so he couldn’t see her flustered grin. But that meant he could see her bare ass, tick-tocking back and forth as she crawled away from his armchair. And he could probably see her wet, needy pussy, too. She wished she could hide it better, but any time she tried, she only ended up making it more obvious.

The nude, brainwashed slut hadn’t had a route in mind when she fled her Owner’s immediate vicinity - just away - but she found herself facing the couch, on which Richard sat, watching her approach with a wry smile. He was fully dressed at the moment, in a pale blue T-shirt and shorts, which seemed strange given how used she was to seeing him (and indeed everyone else in the room) naked. Sabby snorted at the thought - she was stuck on all fours and could only speak Meow, but Richard was the weird one. Yeah, OK, girl.

On the other side of the sofa was a sight the kinky kitten found much more familiar. S3, wearing only a cartoon robot T-shirt bought from the hypno con, was perched on Andrew’s lap, cockwarming him with its asshole. He humped it gently from below, one of his hands between its legs stroking its new robo-dick, the other kept free so he could snap his fingers from time to time, switching its personality program on and off as he chose. The transition from blank, passive automaton to sheepish, squirming Selena and back again was exquisite. Plonking her butt down, Sabby knelt and watched for a couple of minutes, revelling in her fellow fuckslave’s flustered reactions.

A flicker of light in her peripheral vision drew her attention away from the robot cocksocket. Her eyes fixated upon a little speck of bright, glowing green, shivering in place on the cream carpet, as if anxious to move. All of a sudden, that pinprick of light was the only thing she gave a shit about in the entire universe. It was so tiny, so tremulous, so tantalising...

She sprang forwards, front paws outstretched - but the firefly flitted out of reach, darting to the other side of the room. She chased after it, charging across the carpet, hands and knees thudding into the soft surface. Her prey evaded her once again, zipping past her and back in the direction they’d just come from. Snarling, she spun round and ran after it. Just as she was about to reach it, it vanished as if it’d never been there.

There was a moment of confusion where she wondered distractedly where the little green firefly had disappeared to, before she came to her senses and swivelled to stare balefully at Milo, who was guffawing loudly. Clutched in one hand was a small silver pen-like object, the function of which was obvious even to Sabrina’s addled mind. “Mowwwww,” she protested, pouting petulantly. That was all the complaining she had time to make before he switched the laser pointer back on again. All of a sudden, the fizzing lime-coloured dot had her undivided attention again, its true nature as anything but her coveted quarry forgotten.

She took up the chase once more, pursuing her prey from one side of the room to another, heedless of the fact that she was being made to run around in circles. Some lower level of her was at least partly aware of what was going on, because her cunt was fairly melting. While her conscious, cat-like mind was at the mercy of her manic compulsion to chase and catch the green light, her deeper self knew she was being toyed with, driven mad with a mere laser pointer, and was getting off on it so hard.

Milo switched off the light again, tossing the little tube across to Phil, who caught it deftly. Sabrina sat back on her haunches, groaning, panting and pawing at herself. “Meow,” she exclaimed indignantly. Her hypnotists merely chuckled at her and exchanged more words in that indecipherable language of theirs. Their mocking mirth, and her awareness that she should understand their words but didn’t, made her grumpier, and wetter, by the moment.

Phil brought the firefly back, and the kitten dementedly dashed after it once more. This time it winked out of existence in the corner of the room, inches away from where Hailee was kneeling. Skidding to a halt, Sabby smirked at the sight of it. Her masochistic friend, who had spent much of the week topless at least, was now entirely naked - except for its customary clover clamps, and a pair of sunglasses, behind which its eyes were wide and sightless, staring into space. Between the shades and the blackout contact lenses, she knew it could see absolutely nothing. Even if it could move from its current position, the wiser option would be for it to remain in place until someone moved it. Just as Milo intended.

It was a small comfort to Sabby that the other subs were as powerless in their own predicaments as she was. But only small, because they were likely loving every second of it. She knew Hailee well enough to know it certainly was. (Then again, she was loving it too, even though right now she thought she’d rather die than admit it.)

Hailee was chanting quietly to itself, the same six sentences repeated over and over again: “I am an object. I am a convenience. I am here to be used. I am always ready to be used. I only do what I’m told. I do anything I’m told.” Sabrina didn’t need to understand the words to know what it was saying, all too familiar with the well-worn mantras... and yet she did understand them, because Hailee wasn’t speaking English. It was speaking Fucktoy, a language Sabby understood fluently.

She knew, too, that the room’s various Masters, Owners and Users had their playthings speaking submissive dialects for her benefit. Even though she remembered Hailee’s ‘party favour’ mantras off by heart, they wanted her to hear it say them - they wanted her to hear anything the other subs said - to remind her of her place among them. To reinforce that she was one of them, a lesser creature that existed to serve, who could only understand those on the same submissive level as her.

So evil. So cruel. So incandescently hot.

Creeping up close, she delicately flicked the tip of her tongue over one of Hailee’s nipples, tasting the cold steel of the pincers gripping it from either side. A little gasp interrupted its mantras for a split second before it continued, seemingly unperturbed by the surprise lick. She knew from experience that it would continue chanting for hours, only stopping if something was put in its mouth. That was, after all, what it was there for, positioned by Milo to act as a convenient fleshlight, its mouth at crotch-height, should one of their guests feel the need for relief.

After kissing its other nipple, Sabby turned and plodded back across the room on her four feline limbs, which were starting to ache a little from the amount of time they’d spent supporting her. She’d tried to stand up like a human several times, but couldn’t remember how - she couldn’t figure out how to work her legs, to move them and the rest of her body in the right way to get herself up off the floor. No matter what she tried, she always lost her balance and ended up on all fours again, hearing the hypnotists chuckle and heckle in the near distance. Embarrassed, she’d give up and resign herself to being a quadruped for a while, only to eventually get frustrated enough to try and stand again. The cycle had repeated itself a few times, maddening her more and more.

Christ, it made her wet. She could really do with a good dicking, or at least a licking, right about now. Unfortunately none of the women were in a position to help her out, and none of the men seemed in any hurry to make use of their sex pet (aside from using the laser to mess with her). They were just chilling, having a casual chat and a drink, pretty much ignoring their girlfriends (with the exception of Andrew, who was still using S3’s rear as his cocksleeve).

It was so annoying. Sabby was using every movement to very obviously flaunt her naked body, brandishing her bare butt, bouncing her boobies, licking her luscious lips - but her provocative behaviour didn’t seem to be having the desired effect. She kept on doing it, though, growing ever more aggrieved at the lack of attention, and ever more embarrassed at how shamelessly suggestive she was being. She told herself it was part of her conditioning, part of how a sex kitten was supposed to act, rather than her own conscious choice. (Admittedly, she couldn’t be sure one way or another...)

As she prowled around the carpet making an increasingly wanton exhibition of herself, she heard a ringing noise that made her jerk her head round. Even though she’d heard that sound many times in the past few days, and knew it wasn’t directed at her, she still impulsively sought out its source with the same singular focus that had her chasing the laser.

Andrew was holding his phone up in the air, above Selena’s left shoulder, and had just shaken it to trigger the bell app. Reacting to its ring, Danielle sprang up from her knelt position to the right of Richard’s feet, where she had been patiently waiting to be of service. Circling behind the chair, she came to a halt at its left, standing at attention with her hands clasped behind her back. “Yes, Sir?” she asked politely, in fluent Maid.

Andrew said a few garbled words, making some kind of demand of her. “Yes, Sir,” she repeated, and curtsied, pinching the skirt of her maid outfit between fingers and thumbs.

“Th-this unit could also do w-with a glass of water to re-replenish its cooling sys-tems,” Selena said quickly, shuddering in her User’s lap as he caressed the tip of her prosthetic penis.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Dani said in the same deferential voice, although her fellow sex slave merited a respectful nod rather than a curtsy. With only another moment’s hesitation in case of further orders, she trotted off in the direction of the door.

“Mrrow,” Sabrina said in the most teasing tone she could, smirking up at the maid as she passed. Dani didn’t break her stride, but her face shifted from its placid expression into a long-suffering smile. Alyssa had just enough time to roll her eyes at the cat-girl before her counterpart marched them out the doorway.

Just as they’d threatened, Hailee and Milo had trained Richard’s split-personality submissive to be their servant, showing them where to find everything they would need in the house and teaching them to respond in a timely manner to the bell app that the group all got installed on their phones. Dressed in their pretty maid outfit, Dani dutifully obeyed their every command, whether it was practical (like replenishing their drinks, as she was doing now) or sexual. All the while, AJ, unable to control any part of their body except their facial expressions, alternately blushed and grinned and glared and pouted. She was trapped inside her own body, powerless to stop herself.

Gee, what’s that like? Sabby thought with a grin - just as the firefly reappeared, provoking her into pursuing it across the room again.

She finally cornered it as it landed on an object at eye level, which she barely noticed at that moment, fully focused on creeping up to pounce on her prey. The light vanished as she raised her head towards it, and as her mind cleared, she snorted with surprised, flustered laughter as she realised she’d been lured between Jelly Doll’s legs, her face inches from its crotch. She wasn’t exactly unhappy about this turn of events - it was just unexpected. She could hear chortling behind her again. They could’ve just asked, she grumbled inwardly.

She gave Jelly a tender kiss on the clit, because under the circumstances, who wouldn’t? Glancing up, she marvelled at its typical lack of reaction. It remained fixed in its elegant pose, one hand on its hip, the other on its torso just beneath its boobs, its shoulders slanted, a sultry look on its face as it stared at nothing. It was truly remarkable how well it kept itself in this static, mindless state. Sabrina had seen plenty of frozen folks in the past - hell, she’d been frozen herself often enough, and was pretty great at holding a pose, in all modesty - but Jelly was the best she’d ever encountered. It was so convincing, she was starting to think maybe it really was just a toy.

Turning to smile ruefully back at whoever had led her between the living doll’s legs, she saw Danielle deliver Andrew’s fresh glass of cider and Selena’s water, setting them down on the small table next to the couch. Before the maidservant could return to her spot at her Master’s feet, he raised his own phone and rang the bell. “Yes, Master?” she asked, in the same tone as ever - very demure, very cutesy, but not very mindful.

Whatever he said clearly excited her, because she beamed and said, “Of course, Master!” in a flirtatious tone. Stepping past the couch, she turned to face the wall, and bent forwards until her body was at a right angle. The back of her skirt slipped up, exposing her cute butt, with her slick pussy poking out cheekily between her legs. There was some cheering and hooting from the men in the room as she glanced back over her shoulder and bit her lower lip lustfully, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Sabby licked her lips. God, that was sexy. She wanted some of that. She started forwards, smiling hungrily, her eyes fixated on that delectable, juicy pussy...

Phil blocked her path with his foot, and then reached down to grab her by the back of her neck. Her brain seeming to short-circuit slightly, she found she couldn’t resist as he pulled her off course, guiding her to kneel upright at his feet, her arms lying limply in her lap. “Mioww,” she whimpered plaintively, pouting resentfully at him, before returning her attention to the maid showing herself off nearby. As she watched, Alyssa’s flustered grin and helpless giggles briefly broke through, only to be quickly replaced once again by Danielle’s gaping mouth and fuck-me eyes.

Would if I could, honey, the kitten lamented, wriggling as much as she could (which wasn’t much) in her Owner’s grasp, his hand on the scruff of her neck keeping her mostly immobilised. She couldn’t understand why he would stop her from eating Dani out. Surely that’d be a sight he’d enjoy?

But perhaps not as much as he was enjoying teasing and tormenting her.

Yeah, that was the most likely explanation. Or, perhaps he had other plans in mind for her, and didn’t want her occupied with delicious maid pussy.

Danielle displayed herself for a little while longer, getting lots of appreciative noises in response, before Richard finally said something else. Sabby couldn’t understand what, of course, but Dani’s response lent some clarity. “Of course, Master! Would you like my mouth? Or would you prefer my pussy?”

His choice, too, was clear, as she eagerly replied, “Yes, Master!” and spun around, stepped between his legs, and dropped to her knees. Sabrina saw him reach down to unbutton his shorts, but Danielle’s head blocked her view of what happened next, although the way it bobbed up and down was another significant clue. She frowned, wishing she was at a side angle so she could see properly. It seemed like everyone was out to deny her the simplest of pleasures today.

(She would later reflect that, when it came to torturous denial of her desires, she hadn’t known when she was well off.)

Milo tapped at his phone, and a moment later a bubbly pop anthem began to blare from the Bluetooth speakers on the mantelpiece. Sabby was able to turn her head just far enough to see Jelly Doll begin to sway and gyrate on the spot, weaving its arms in the air, dancing mindlessly to the music. He paused the song a moment later, and it froze instantly, locking into its new pose perfectly.

Still holding onto the back of her neck with one hand, Phil reached down with the other and pressed a spot in the centre of her forehead. She found herself going cross-eyed, her brain filling with pink mist as she stared through her skull at his fingertip. She heard him speaking, but his voice was so far away, lost in the thick candy floss cloud engulfing her mind.

All of a sudden both his hands withdrew, the fog cleared, and she came back to her senses, blinking in bewilderment. “Wha,” she groaned sleepily.

Then her eyes snapped open. “I can talk?” she muttered, her tone tentative. “I can talk!” she repeated jubilantly.

“She can talk!” Phil crowed, chuckling.

She shot him a mutinous grin, her cheeks warm. “You’re such a dick. Can’t believe you did that to me. Turn me into an actual kitten - fuckin’ hate you...”

“‘Thank you, Owner, for giving me back command of the English language’,” Phil said in a high-pitched tone clearly meant as a poor imitation of her voice. “‘You’re the best, I’m eternally grateful and I’ll do whatever you say’.”

She stuck her tongue out at him and began to crawl away, finding to her immense annoyance that she still couldn’t get up off all fours. “Fuck you.”

“Later,” he snickered.

“You really claiming you didn’t enjoy that, Sabby?” Milo chimed in as she approached him, grinning mischievously. “Getting your human behaviour stripped away, being reduced to a pretty little pussy...?”

She spluttered incoherently, altering her course to avoid facing him. This took her towards Andrew and Selena, still slotted neatly together. “This unit has, has observed User:Sabrina exhibiting body language that indicates en-enjoyment and arousal,” the android noted. “It would like to query whom she thinks she is fooling.”

“Gaah,” Sabrina whimpered, falling back onto her butt and staring at the floor in an effort to hide her thunderstruck face. She’d intended to sit in a position that covered herself up, protectively curling her limbs around her body, but instead found her arms folding beneath her bosom, lifting up her boobs, while her legs spread out to show off her glistening slit.

“Proof if any were needed,” Richard noted, laughing even as he gasped at Danielle’s devoted ministrations.

Sabby squirmed in place, trying and failing to stop presenting her pussy and holding out her tiddies for everyone to enjoy. She couldn’t contain her own mirth at how utterly, hopelessly mindfucked she was - even with her ability to speak and understand English restored, she was still a broken, brainwashed sex pet, unable to stop showing herself off, getting more turned on by the moment. She had to admit, it was pretty hilarious.

“Don’t bully me, I’ll cum,” she giggled.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Phil said drily. “Try to contain yourself, love, we haven’t finished bullying you yet.”

As she glared at him, he nodded in the direction of the couch. Glancing round with a curious frown, she saw Andrew lift his unresisting robot off him. She stepped to the left of the couch, picking up where he left off rubbing her realistic dildo. As she moved aside, Sabrina’s gaze fell upon her User’s erect cock.

Her eyes widened, her focus zeroing in on the stiff shaft. Her mouth fell open, starting to slaver with anticipation. Her already fractured mind seemed to crumble, all her thoughts falling away but one.

“D-dick,” she mumbled faintly, as if in surprise. “Dick. Dick? Dick. Dick, please. Dick please.”

She started forwards, only to feel a firm grip on the back of her neck once more, holding her in place. “Dick!” she blurted desperately, staring beseechingly at her Owner. “Please! Dick, please!”

Even as she looked up at Phil, she could barely see him, the image of Andrew’s appetising hard-on overlaying her vision - and not only his. All of a sudden, she had a head full of cock. She found herself picturing a parade of penises, each more alluring than the last, big and hard and throbbing, ready to plunge into her drooling mouth and cunt and her tight little asshole...

“Dick, dick,” she babbled. “Dick, please... please please dick, dick, dick please, please...”

“Aw, sweetie, you got a bit of a one-track mind there?” Phil teased.

“Dick, please, dick.”

“Where are we right now?”

“Dick. Diiick,” she whined.

“What are we doing here?”

“Dick. Please dick, please.” It was the only answer she could think of, the only thing that came to mind - just those two words, circling around and around, accompanied by an onslaught of images of long, thick, pulsating pricks, thrusting deep into her wet slutty holes. She needed it. She needed dick. She needed it so fucking much, it was all she could think about...

He tapped his chin thoughtfully with his spare hand. “What’s our state capital?”

She blinked, her bafflement growing. “Please?”

“What is your favourite colour?” Richard called out.

“Dick!” she replied, earning snorts of laughter. “Pl-please...”

“What’s your name?” Milo asked.

“Dick! Please!” she begged, still staring up at Phil.

“Nice to meet you, Dick Please,” Richard sniggered.

Sabby mewled feebly, vaguely aware that her so-called friends were making fun of her yet again. But that’d be fine if she got dick. They could literally tar and feather her for all she cared, as long as they satisfied her desperate craving...

“Seems to me like there’s something you want from us,” Phil remarked innocently.

“Diiick, please...”

“Something you’d like us to give you...”

“Please, please, please!” she almost sang.

He seemed to consider for a few seconds, and then smiled. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” And he let go of her nape, allowing her to spin around in search of that enticing erection she’d seen a minute ago.

Andrew was no longer seated - he had risen from the couch, walked past his android as she continued playing with herself, and gone to stand on the other side of Milo’s armchair. He was still exposing himself, his rigid rod waving in the air. Sabby was just about to scamper forwards and pounce on it when she saw Milo stand and lift his plaid skirt, unveiling his own considerable endowment. “Dick!” she squealed delightedly, as if seeing an old friend (which, in fairness, Milo’s dick kind of was).

Her immeasurable joy increased even further when Phil stepped into view on her right, standing next to Andrew with his own shaft on show. “How’s that, kitten?” he grinned. “Enough treats to satisfy you?”

“Dick,” she sighed ecstatically, beaming broadly at the sight of so much tasty meat before her, her eyes flickering back and forth between them.

“I guess the only question that remains,” Milo mused as he cradled his cock and balls with one hand, “is which one are you going for first?”

She glanced from one dick to another, still smiling blissfully. Which one? That was a good question. They were all so inviting, so succulent... The one directly in front of her looked so good - but then there was the one on the right. And she certainly couldn’t forget the one on the left. Oh, but the middle one though - and the right one...

Her eyes darted from Phil’s cock, to Andrew’s, to Milo’s, then back again. She started to move towards one, then hesitated as another caught her attention, slumping back onto her butt.

“Dick...?” she muttered, confused. Her smile faded into a befuddled frown as she found it impossible to decide. They were all equally tempting. Which should she go for? Which should she choose...?

Right. No, left. No, right. No, the middle. Left. Middle. Right. Left. Right. Middle. Left - aaargh!

“C’mon love, we’re losing daylight,” Phil goaded her.

“D-dick,” she stammered, her head jerking wildly from side to side as her gaze switched between each of the three throbbing shafts. “Dick? Please.”

“Time to make your mind up, pretty kitty,” Milo cooed.

“Please,” she repeated wretchedly. It was no good. Her dumb kitten brain was simply not equipped to make a decision between the dicks. She wanted all of them as much as each other. She’d take all of them at once if she could - and she’d certainly have fun trying - but their owners seemed to want her to select only one. And she just couldn’t.

“Choose, or we choose for you,” Phil warned. At least, it was probably meant to sound like a warning. To Sabby’s shattered mind, it felt more like a lifeline. She needed them to choose for her. She couldn’t do it herself. She’d tried, and failed.

“Please!” she cried. “Dick, please - dick.”

“Well, alright then,” her Owner laughed. “Andrew, if you wouldn’t mind...?”

Sabby started to smile, assuming Andrew was going to bring himself to her, or else summon her towards him. Instead he called out, “S3, have a seat.”

“Confirmed.” In her peripheral vision, Sabrina saw S3 sit down in Milo’s vacant armchair. Phil took her by the scruff of the neck again, leading her over to the chair, where the fembot sat with her legs spread, a gleeful grin of anticipation on her face. But the sex kitten barely noticed, her attention captured by the android’s thick prick.

“Dick!” she squeaked happily, just as Phil released her. She scrambled forwards, quickly bringing her face towards Selena’s crotch. She felt the robot’s hand land on the back of her head, and her legs closing around her, effectively trapping her. Not that there was any need to trap her. She was right where she wanted to be, with the object of her desires right in her face...

But - wait. Wait a second. This - this wasn’t a real...

“Dick,” she sobbed as realisation struck her, a second before S3’s shaft slid into her mouth.

“Aw, poor thing,” Phil’s voice chuckled in the near distance. “This is what happens when a dumb pet can’t choose her own treat. You couldn’t pick one of our dicks, so now you’ve got to make do with a substitute...”

“Mmmm, this unit is so glad you couldn’t choose,” Selena sighed, thrusting hard into Sabby’s throat. The cat-girl choked on the strap-on, still powerlessly pleading around it, her mournful moans of ‘dick please’ muffled by the one in her mouth.

Sabrina wouldn’t have minded sucking off a strap-on - it’s not like she hadn’t done it before, pretty often in fact - but she wanted a real cock right now. She craved it. She ached for it. And instead she had to make do with this proxy penis, pleasuring it just as she would have done its genuine equivalent, but getting nothing in return. It just didn’t feel right - the taste and texture was wrong. Not bad, but not similar enough to the genuine article. Plus, she instinctively knew there was no prospect of it spurting in her mouth, filling her gullet with yummy cum.

There was no question of freeing herself. Even if S3’s hand and legs weren’t holding her down, the rest of her body had gone limp as soon as the silicone shaft started to fuck her face, as surely as if she was being held by the scruff of her neck. She’d been reduced to a compliant fleshlight, dutifully sucking the android’s dildo.

She couldn’t figure out what to do about her predicament. She couldn’t think about how cruel this was, giving her a mock version of what she wanted that didn’t give her the same satisfaction. She couldn’t even be happy that Selena, at least, was getting something out of this, mentally connected as she was to her ‘external device’. She couldn’t piece together a single thought that wasn’t a plaintive, anguished, ‘dick please’...

“Alright, I think we’ve been mean enough for one day,” Phil called across the room, loudly enough to be heard over Selena’s elated gasps and moans and Sabby’s ceaseless sucking and gluk-gluk-ing. “Apart from anything else, I can only watch her like this for so long! S3, let her go.”

“Confirmed.” With a disappointed murmur, the robot girl uncoiled her limbs from around Sabby and lifted her head fully off her cock.

The mindbroken sub scrambled backwards, glancing around in confusion, and saw her Owner sitting back in his chair again, his hard-on still proudly on display. “Dick?” she asked tremulously.

“Get over here,” he chuckled fondly.

“Dick!” she cheered, charging across the room and plunging face-first onto Phil’s prick.

Laughing even as she licked his shaft like a lollipop, he raised a hand and gestured across the room. “Hated to interrupt you - you can come fuck her from behind if you like...”

“Affirmative,” Selena said eagerly, and Sabby heard thudding footsteps on the carpet. She spread her legs in anticipation, and felt the dildo enter her seconds later. Oh - now this felt good. From that end, it didn’t seem to matter if it was a real dick or not. She didn’t have the mental capacity to ponder that - right now, all that occupied her mind were the hard, thick shafts in her mouth and her cunt, filling her exactly the way she’d been longing for. She bobbed her head in time with Selena’s thrusts, burying Phil’s cock in her mouth as the strap-on speared her depths.

She was in heaven. Sex pet heaven. For a horny little slut like her - a kinky kitten, a shameless harlot, who let her needy cunt think for her - being spitroasted by two divine dicks was utter perfection. She didn’t want it to ever end.

Inevitably though, it did end - at least from one direction. But it was a very happy ending, by all accounts, for Phil as well as Sabrina, who climaxed around Selena’s cock as he came in her mouth. While the automaton continued to plough into her, the brainwashed blonde swallowed her Owner’s seed and rested her head on his bare thigh, gazing past his softening shaft at his blissed-out face. Her obsessive cravings satiated, her mind slowly started to function again, the cogs creaking back to life.

“That tasted so good,” she murmured, smiling rapturously. Then she arched a mischievous eyebrow. “Any chance of a second helping...?”