Tommy had wanted to do one of his little hypnotic foreplay things, and even though she had a lot of work to get done today, she said yes. It was irresponsible, sure, but that was the beauty of working from home - she could make her own schedule a bit. Plus, she’d really grown to enjoy being put into a light trance before sex. Everything felt so intense and dreamlike, it was a real thrill.
This time, though, it was different. She’d gone under, and the next thing she knew, she was tied to this chair, the computer in front of her playing an endless loop of porn. She was dripping wet and she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the screen. She wasn’t much of a fan of porn - she didn’t hate it or anything, but it didn’t do much to turn her on. It all just seemed so staged and crude and harsh, not erotic and sensual at all.
Tommy liked having it on when they fucked sometimes, though, and Emma had grown to appreciate it - or, if not that, she’d grown to appreciate the effect it had on Tommy. They’d had some great sex with a porno going in the background.
So it was strange, finding herself so drawn to this. It was kind of an odd display - it seemed to be spliced together from dozens and dozens of other movies. No one scene stayed on screen for more than ten or fifteen seconds. It’d be a girl bent over the arm of a couch, wincing as a guy thrust his enormous hard-on into her ass, then it’d snap to four guys jerking themselves off onto the face of some smiling blonde. Just as they came, it’d suddenly switch, and it’d be a busty redhead giving a long, deep blowjob to a guy who’s face was obscured.
Then it’d switch again, and again, and again.
The same girls would show up over and over, in different positions, doing different things. It was disorienting.
Even more disorienting was the sound. The moaning and gasping, the soft giggling and loud slurping noises, the smack of palm against ass, the gulping swallowing, the wet sounds of fucking. They didn’t seem to line up with the movies correctly. It was an orchestra of erotic sounds that didn’t seem to match what happened on screen. There were even voices - the various girls, begging to be fucked harder, asking for another spanking, urging the guys to cum on their faces, or on their big fake slutty tits. Calling themselves whores, sluts, toys.
Another clip came up. A guy standing over a girl on her knees. His cock was out, in front of her face. She was tied in place, unable to move forward enough to reach it. He held it just beyond her lips. She strained forwards, tongue extending to just barely touch the head of his cock. He smiled. Emma looked at him, confused. That guy looked exactly like Tommy.
She looked at the girl again, and her heart stopped. It was her. She was looking at herself on the screen.
When the hell had she done that? She had no memory of being tied up like that, or of straining so needily for Tommy’s cock. Or - jesus! - of being filmed! When had that happened?
The movie switched again, and it was back to some other girl. Some random porn starlet, getting fucked from behind. The screen switched again, and again, and again, and-
There she was again! Emma was on screen, eyes blank and glassy while Tommy thrust into her pussy. She was lying back on the couch - that was the couch in their apartment! Holy shit! - and he was roughly groping her tits while he plowed into her. Her mouth was moving, saying something, but Emma couldn’t tell what.
The audio was still going, but it didn’t match. It was just that voice-
That voice.
Her voice.
How had she not noticed? All those things the girl’s voices were saying, all this time - that was her. Emma. She was the one saying it. Begging for cock. Calling herself a dumb whore, a wet horny fuckdoll, a slutty bimbo. Pleading for her ass to be fucked harder.
Her mind felt unbalanced, slippery. The video kept changing, but she was seeing herself more and more now. Mixed in there with all the dumb porn sluts. All the other dumb porn sluts. That’s what she was, apparently.
She felt her mouth moving, and realized she was repeating the things that she heard herself say. I’m a horny slut. I love getting fucked hard. I need a cock between my tits. Please cum on my face.
Emma could barely think. She squirmed in the chair, feeling how soaked she was. She’d never been this horny before. She wondered how long Tommy had been trancing her and fucking her and filming her. How long he’d planned this. How long he’d been working on making her a brainless little porno puppet. She nearly came just thinking about it.
She couldn’t think of anything but fucking, now. The screen filled her mind. She could hear herself moaning along with the audio track, repeating everything it said. Everything she said. Everything she told herself.
She couldn’t wait for Tommy to come back and fuck her. Fuck her until she was totally brainless for him.
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