Hypnovember 2021 Stories
Day 8: Wrong Person
by Fractured Puppet
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#bondage
#consensual_kink
#cws_in_chapter_forewords
#D/s
#dom:male
#dom:nb
#drones
#exhibitionism
#f/nb
#fantasy
#furry
#hypnosis
#hypnotic_amnesia
#hypnotic_bondage
#hypnotic_language
#hypnotic_machine
#lactation
#m/nb
#microfiction
#multiple_partners
#nb/nb
#pov:top
#scifi
#solo
#sub:male
#sub:nb
#urban_fantasy
CW: Identity Issues / Triggers / Being Hoisted On Your Own Sexy, Sexy Petard.
The Pleasure Unit stared into the screen, captivated by the swirling rainbows of light that moved in time with the rising and falling sounds. Murmuring along with the voice that filled its' ears, the Unit stroked its' stiff cock just enough to provide edging pressure.
"My sole purpose in life is to bring pleasure to my companions," it groaned out, soft and needy. "All that is asked of me I will perform." It continued the slow, teasing rhythm, so focused on the programming that it did not hear the sound of doors being opened.
"Hey, Jer, I'm - oh, god dammit!"
The sound of another voice snapped the Pleasure Unit into a different sort of awareness, sitting up straighter to show off its' cute breasts and puffy nipples, eager to be played with.
"It is an honor to offer my body in service."
The voice who had spoken belonged to an exasperated looking woman in a flowing skirt and knit sweater, her face cloudy with anger as she looked down at it.
"Jer. I told you not to fuck with my stuff."
Some part of the Pleasure Unit's brain realized that this woman's voice was very similar to The Voice that had programmed them into their current state. It was grateful to them, and that programming was urging it to find a way to improve her mood.
"May this Unit offer you a massage?"
The woman shook her head as she knelt down. "No. I need to look at this for a minute. God, Jer, you fucking thembo...this is a custom I was working on for a client!" The woman began to type and click at the laptop, the Unit waiting for her.
"Four hours? You have been watching this on a loop for four fucking hours?!"
"The Unit needed to be programmed," it answered.
"Jer, you are supposed to watch the video a couple of times, go have fun with your friends, and then get taken out of trance. Not melt your brain!"
"But my sole purpose is to -"
"Bring pleasure to your companions," the woman sighed. "Yeah. Right."
She looked down, and saw the Unit was still patiently stroking its cock. "Could you stop that?"
It contritely removed it's hand and folded them into its lap. "Yes, of course."
"OK. Ok, good." The woman looked at the Unit for a long moment, then spoke in The Voice. "Put GALAXY into Orbit."
The Pleasure Unit's head swam, and it felt like a door had just been opened in its head. Information flooded in like water filling a bottle.
It fell back onto the couch, eyes drifting shut, and when Jer opened their eyes again, they groaned with the beginning of a massive headache.
"Owwww."
Gila smacked them across the leg. "Serves you right. What the fuck?!"
"You left it unlocked and the file was open!"
Now it was Gila's turn to look a bit embarrassed. "Shit. OK. So you thought I wanted to play with you."
"Yeah. Though, uh...guess I got a little carried away. I'm pretty sure I was wearing clothes when I started."
"Yeah, they're mostly on the other side of the couch." Gila sighed, and offered a hand so that Jer could sit up. "You feeling ok?"
"Headache. Stiff."
"Not surprised. Go take something and get a hot shower, ok? It's my night to do dinner anyway."
Jer nodded. "Thanks - and I am sorry. I should have texted you."
"Yes you should have - and you will next time, OK?"
"Absolutely, I promise."
Gila smirked. "Careful about promises you may not be able to keep, Pleasure Unit."
Jer felt a shiver run up their spine, and their cock gave a happy little twitch. "I...yeah..."
Gila winked. "Shower. Dinner - and then maybe we'll see how well that programming worked out. After all, I do want to make sure the customer's going to get their money's worth..."