The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Brittany. Hey, Brittany. Wake up girl.”

“Go away,” Brittany Blue mumbled. “It’s too early too get up.”

“Maybe for some people,” a man’s voice was saying, “but you’ve got to get your lazy ass out of bed and you got to do it right now.”

That was enough to get Brittany’s eyes to open. First of all, that was a man’s voice in her bedroom. Second of all, that man’s voice most certainly didn’t belong to her husband. Third of all, it was the way that voice was talking to her. “What did you just say to me?” she asked.

“What? You got cotton in your ears now, too. Get your lazy whore ass out of bed.”

“Oh man, did you ever just make a mistake.”

“Did I now? And just how do you figure that?”

“Well as soon as I get up, I’m going to call my husband and—”

“Husband? Whoo boy. You must really have been wasted from last night, girl. Who’d ever marry your skanky, little whore ass.”

What? No. That wasn’t what she was.

“As fun it might be to hear you play in your little make believe world, I need you to get you ass out of bed and I need you to do that right now.”

“Wh-who are you?” Brittany stammered.

“Girl, I’m your fucking pimp. Now get your ass out of bed.”

Her pimp? No. That was wrong. She didn’t have a pimp, and yet ...

Brittany found herself looking around “her” apartment.This stuff wasn’t her stuff, she told herself and yet ... and yet she knew it was. Like the vanity where she applied her make-up every day before she went to work. Like the way she knew that the stool she sat at had a wobbly leg.

How the heck did she know the stool had a wobbly leg if it wasn’t hers.

But she had a husband, didn’t she? He was ... he was ... he ... he gave her stuff, stuff like her BMW.

Yeah right, she told herself. Like she had a BMW. That was rich.

But she did have a BMW. She knew she did, but why couldn’t she remember her husband’s name?

“Girl,” the man towering over her said, “you know all this shit is pretty damned funny and all that but if you don’t get your ass out of bed right now, I will drag your ass out of bed and believe me, you don’t want to make me do that.”

The threat was implied but Brittany scrambled out of bed and that’s when she realized something else about herself. She wasn’t wearing any clothes.

The man just grinned at her naked body. “Yeah right,” he taunted her. “Like you’d ever have a husband. Ha. You’re a working girl who does her best work when she’s flat on her back, aren’t you?”

Brittany nodded.

“And you got some work to do right now. The dude asked for you specifically.”

Ah, Brittany thought as she started to dress herself. It all made sense now. Leroy ... that was the man’s name, she wasn’t sure how she knew it but she was sure that was his name ... that was why her pimp was standing around joking with her rather than taking a more aggressive stance with her. She was, after all, first and foremost, merchandise, and damaged merchandise wasn’t so easy to sell and as long as her body was in demand ...

“Come on,” Leroy said. “Mustn’t keep the customer waiting.”

She’d hardly given any thought at all to the clothes that she’d been putting on. It just seemed so natural though to grab the clothes she’d grabbed, a skimpy pair of worn panties, a pair of yellow booty shorts that she knew was one of her favorites even if she couldn’t remember having ever worn them before and a tight, white tank top. She hadn’t even bothered to put a bra but somehow that just felt so good and so right, almost as if her bare nipples were meant to press up against the shirt’s fabric and if her nipples couldn’t help but show through the shirt’s fabric, well there wasn’t anything wrong with that either.

“Come on, Bitch,” the man said. “We haven’t got all day.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mary.”

“Mary what?”

“Mary Doucet.”

“You seem kind of shy,” the man said.

“No?”

The raven-haired brunette shook her head. She wasn’t even sure why she was having this conversation with this man. After all, she’d just stopped by this cafe for a bite to eat and this man had just sat down at her table.

“My name’s Blake,” the man said. “Do you know why I’m here, Mary?”

Mary shook her head.

“I’m here because you look like you want something.”

“Me?” the shy girl asked.

“Yes, you. You seem repressed.”

“I’m not repressed,” Mary said defiantly.

“I could be wrong, but that’s the way you seem.”

“I’m not repressed.”

“I’ll take your word for it, but that’s the way it seems.”

“I’m not repressed.”

“I just wanted to stop by and offer my services. There’s nothing I can do for you now, but later perhaps—”

“I am NOT repressed.”

“No, of course you’re not, but if you were, if you were for instance ... sexually repressed ... if there was something you wanted, maybe I could help you out.”

As startled as she was by the suggestion, Mary forget to argue the man’s position. There was something that she wanted but she was pretty sure it wasn’t something he could help her with.

“Is there something you want?”

“What?”

“Do you want something?”

“Maybe.”

“Well as I said, I’m kind of busy now, but maybe later, maybe then I could help you out.”

Mary watched the man get up and walk away. There was something she wanted but she was sure the man couldn’t help her out. Still, it would be nice if he could.

The man walked on along. The girl would be waiting for him in a motel room. It was a cheap room but then that didn’t really matter. In fact, the only thing that mattered was that there was a girl and a bed.

He knocked on the door and moments later, a blond girl answered. “Hello?”

“I take it you’ve been expecting me.”

Well not him, specifically, Brittany told herself. Leroy hadn’t told her who she was supposed to meet but then on the other hand, Leroy’s instructions had been very clear. She was supposed to take care of whoever came to that door, as long as they paid her, of course.

But she recognized this man. She’d met him at the country club just the other day and he’d said ...

No, he’d told her. He’d told her she’d always wanted to be ...

To be a whore.

“You. You did this to me.”

“Did what to you?”

“You turned me into a whore.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think you were always a whore. I just made it more obvious.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You were always willing to sell your body to get what you wanted. I just made it more real for you and besides, all I’m really doing is giving you what you’ve always wanted.”

“What I’ve always wanted?”

“Rosie Kellogg.”

“But that was ... that was like ten years ago.”

“So it was but that’s what you’ve always wanted. You’ve wanted to know what it was like to be her.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Does it matter?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean does it really matter how I knew.”

“I think it does.”

“That’s too bad then.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not going to tell you but isn’t there something more important for you to think about?”

“Something more important?”

“You’ve got a job to do and money to make. What do you think’s going to happen if you don’t come through on that? Do you think Leroy’s going to be all that happy with you if you drop the ball?”

“I don’t care about him.”

“You should because he cares about you. Well, maybe cares isn’t exactly the right word. Let’s just say he has certain expectations.”

Brittany might have asked what the man meant by that but even before she could, she remembered something. It was a girl named Lena. She wasn’t sure how she now had these memories but she remembered her nonetheless. She’d been a sweet thing. She probably shouldn’t have been out here, Brittany remembered. She just wasn’t cut out for the streets but she’d hit hard times and she’d thought she could do this.

Leroy had taken her on and he’d put Brittany in charge of her. “Guys like sweet, little innocents. Train her up,” was what he’d told Brittany. “Make sure the slut knows what she’s supposed to do.”

Lena wasn’t a slut but Brittany had known better than to argue with Leroy about it so she’d showed Lena the ropes. She’d even taken Lena with her on some of her soirees. The guys hadn’t minded having two pussies instead of one to fuck, especially when they didn’t have to pay that much more for the second one. Lena’d been slow to pick it up but she had picked it up and that’s when Brittany had told Leroy that Lena was ready to go.

“About fucking time,” the pimp had said and Brittany couldn’t have agreed more. As much as Brittany liked Lena, she hadn’t really wanted the girl hanging around all the time.

It was nearly two weeks later when Leroy had come to Brittany’s apartment with Lena in tow. “I thought you said she was ready,” he’d said.

Brittany could hear the menace in the man’s tone. “She was,” she said warily.

“Yeah, says you.”

“Why? What’s wrong.”

“She just fucked up ... again. Third time this week.”

“What’d she do?”

“Customer comes and tells her what he wants to do with her worthless, little whore ass pussy and do you know what she says? She says no.”

“You said that?”

Lena had nodded glumly but she said nothing.

“You girls don’t get to say no. What a customer wants, a customer gets.”

“I know that,” Brittany had said defensively.

“Maybe, but she doesn’t know that ... and it was your job to make sure she knew the ropes so it means that while she fucked up, it means you did, too.”

“What are you going to do?” Brittany had asked as what had seemed to be Lena’s problem suddenly had become a whole lot more personal.

“I’m going to teach her a lesson and you’re going to help.”

“How?”

“I’m going to beat her worthless, little whore ass and then I’m going to ask you if she’s had enough and if you say she has, I’ll stop, but if there’s any more punishment left to administer when you tell me to stop, you’re going to take the rest of what she’s got coming. You got that?”

“Please,” Brittany pleaded. “Please don’t.”

“Baby, I don’t have to touch her at all, but that means you’re going to take the full brunt of the punishment for telling me she was okay. So, it’s up to you. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop?”

It was hardly one of Brittany’s finer moments the girl told herself later, but she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t take Lena’s punishment so she shook her head.

And Leroy had beat the girl while Brittany had been made to watch and from time to time, he’d stop. “Do you think she’s had enough?” he’d ask and Brittany would shake her head.

Lena was whimpering and broken when Leroy again looked at Brittany. “Has she had enough?” he asked yet again.

Brittany was looking at the crying girl. “Please don’t,” she’d said.

“Has she had enough?”

Lena couldn’t even look at Brittany any more.

“Has she had enough?” Leroy had asked again.

“Y-yes.”

“I told you what was going to happen if you told me she had enough, didn’t I, and you know me. I say what I’ll do and I do what I say.” He looked at Lena. “I guess you’ve had enough,” he told the whimpering girl but then he turned his attention on Brittany. “Unfortunately, there’s still some more punishment that needs to be meted out.”

He’d hit her. Not as long or as hard as he’d done to Lena but he’d hit her hard enough to send a message.

And then finally, he stopped. “I think you bitches have learned a lesson,” he said. “Take a couple of days and heal your asses up. The customers pay good money to hear you girls moan but they wouldn’t like you two like you are now.”

And while it might have been a shared ordeal, if Brittany had expected Lena and her to have some sort of camaraderie, those expectations were quickly dashed. There was no camaraderie. There were no thanks that Brittany had spared the girl from the rest of her punishment. There was just a sullen stare of the one girl to the other.

All of that had come to Brittany in an instant. She wasn’t even sure if it was real. It certainly seemed real and yet there was the feeling that it wasn’t real as well, that the whole thing had been made up for her to remember.

“You understand now why it’s important to do a good job?”

Brittany nodded.

“You understand what your body is for?”

Brittany nodded again. Her body existed to make money.

“We’d better get started then.”

Brittany nodded and she pulled her top up and over her head. Her hands just seemed to find their way to her braless tits.

“That’s nice,” the man said. “I like that.”

“You do?”

“Oh yeah. I like those cute, titties.”

Brittany’s hands played with her tits. “You like these?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I bet you’d like to see something more then, right?”

“You got it.”

“I bet you’d like to see my pussy.”

“Yeah.”

“But it’s going to cost you.”

The man just grinned. “Look at you. You’re already getting into the act.”

“What act? You said that’s what I was.”

The man grinned even more. “That I did. So how much are you going to charge for a look at your pussy ... whore?”

“A peek is for free,” Brittany said.

“Is it now?”

Brittany nodded. This was so hot, she told herself. This was so hot seducing this man that she didn’t even know. “A peek is for free but it’s what comes next that’s going to cost you.”

“Well then, I suppose I ought to take my free peek but make it a good one, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Brittany said. God, this was really turning her on. She unsnapped the top snap on her shorts and then she unsnapped the one below. “Is this what you want to see?”

“It’s a start but I think you need to show me more.”

“I know.” Brittany pushed her shorts down to reveal her panties. “You mean something more like this?”

“I thought you said you were going to give me a peek.”

“What? You mean you don’t like my panties?”

“I don’t like them or dislike them but that’s hardly what I’d call a peek.”

“I suppose you’d like something like this then,” Brittany said as she inched her panties lower.

The man could see the top of her pussy. She was shaved but that was about all he could see. “You shouldn’t tease like that.”

“Why not?” Brittany asked coquettishly.

“Because you’re going to make some guy want to fuck the shit out of you.”

“That’s the whole point. The question is are you the some guy who’s going to fuck the shit out of me?”

“I don’t know. Let’s see the rest of it.”

“The rest of it?”

“The rest of your pussy.”

“You want to see the rest of my pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“You going to fuck me if I show it to you?”

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see? That’s all?”

If it’s as good as what I’ve seen so far then sure.”

“But that’s it? Nothing more?”

The man shook his head.

“You’re lucky,” Brittany said.

“Lucky?”

“Lucky that I like you so much,” Brittany said. She didn’t bother to mention that Leroy would be pissed off at her if she came back empty-handed so the guy was lucky that way, too, and of course he was lucky that she loved being a fucking whore. He was so lucky that Brittany pushed her panties down without another word.

“Nice,” the man said. “Shaved.”

“Mm hmm. So what about it. Are you ready to pay me?”

“How much?”

“A hundred bucks.”

“A hundred bucks?”

“My pussy’s worth it.”

“I’m sure it is, but—”

“But what?”

“But I was hoping for something a little less pricey.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, that is a little fucking whore cunt. I mean, who knows where that things been and how many guys have had their dicks inside there.” The man shook his head. “The price is too high.”

“What?”

“You heard me. The price is too high for your worthless, little piece of whore meat.”

Brittany couldn’t believe it. Was this man actually turning her down? He couldn’t be and yet he was and yet there was something else as well. Whore cunt? Whore meat? Who the hell was he to call her those things and just why the hell did her pussy like it so much when he did?

But almost as quickly as she’d thought that, she realized there was something even more important. Leroy’d brought her here to this man. He expected her to get paid. If the man backed out, he wouldn’t be the one who got in trouble. It would be her. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You mean you’re going to cut me a deal?”

“N-n-no. I can’t do that.”

“Then I can’t see what we’re talking about.”

“Please. I can’t go back empty-handed.”

“Oh, so that’s it. The filthy, little whore needs to earn her tribute. Is that it?”

Brittany nodded.

“Don’t nod at me,” the man raged. “Answer the question when I ask it. “Is that it?”

Brittany nodded again but she was able to stammer out the answer. “Y-y-yeah,” she said.

“Yeah what?”

“Yeah. I need to get paid.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m a whore?” Brittany said. God, why did it make her so horny to call herself a whore?

“That’s a dirty, little whore, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m a dirty, little whore.”

“And I suppose you still want me to stick my cock in your whore cunt?”

“Yes. I want you to fuck my tight, little whore cunt.”

“Well now we’re getting somewhere, aren’t we?”

“So are you going to do it?”

“Am I going to do what?”

“Are you going to fuck my whore cunt?”

“Well now, I suppose I am.”

“The entrance price is still the same.”

“What price is that?”

“It’s going to cost you a hundred bucks to get inside my pussy.”

The man just looked at her and grinned. “You’re nothing if not consistent.”

“I can’t afford to be any other way.”

“No. I don’t suppose you can be.”

“And I’ve got to be paid up front.”

“How much did you say that was again.”

“A hundred bucks.”

“Hold out your hand then.”

With each twenty that was being placed in her hand, Brittany found herself getting hotter and wetter. There was just something about it. There was just something about being a whore that made her so hot.

Brittany pushed the five twenties into a pocket in her shorts and then she pushed the shorts to the floor and her panties quickly followed suit. “Now that we have that taken care of,” she said as she removed her tee, “it’s time for me to take care of you.”

“I think you’ve got that wrong,” the man said.

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, it’s the other way around. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, it’s me that’s going to take care of you. Up on the bed, whore.”

Brittany couldn’t wait to get her whore body up on the bed.

“There you go. Tell me you want me to fuck you, whore.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Brittany cooed.

“That’s the best you can do?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Brittany pleaded again.

“I don’t know. I thought I was hiring a pro. Maybe I should talk to your boss.”

“No. Don’t do that!”

“Then make me believe it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Brittany moaned. “I want you to fuck me good.”

The man shook his head. “I don’t know. That’s not nearly good enough but maybe you just need something to work with. Get up on your hands and knees.”

Once again, Brittany did as she was told to do.

“Now let’s try it again and this time, why don’t you use that whore ass of yours to its best potential.”

Her whore ass. God, that made her wet when he called her ass that but Brittany didn’t have time to think about that. She wriggled her butt for the man. “Come on,” she pleaded. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, please.”

“That’s better.”

“Please, mister. Please fuck me in my pussy, and when you’re done with my pussy, maybe you can fuck me in my ass.”

“Now you’re talking.”

“I want you to fuck me in my pussy and I want you to fuck me in my ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want you to fuck me in my pussy—”

“And?”

“And then in my ass.”

“There you go. That’s what I want to hear.”

Brittany might have said something but before she could, she felt the man coming up behind her and then she felt his cock pressing up against her pussy. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s what I want. Fuck my pussy.”

He hardly needed any coaching, it seemed, because already the head of his cock was pressing up against her cunt and then he was pushing his cock inside.

“Fuck,” Brittany moaned.

He was certainly doing that and her willing pussy was certainly going right along with what the man wanted. Brittany couldn’t help but moan. It just felt that good.

“I see someone likes this.”

“Yeah,” she moaned.

“Someone likes having a dick in her whore pussy.”

God yes. That was what she needed. She needed a dick in her whore pussy.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to cum right now.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see it then.”

Almost as if on command, she gasped as her pussy convulsed around the man’s cock.

“You just came, didn’t you?”

Of course, she had but was he going to be mad at her if she told him the truth? On the other hand, could she afford not telling him the truth? “Yes,” she said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I just came.”

“In your whore cunt, you mean?”

Brittany couldn’t help but gasp. That was exactly what she meant.

“Well?”

“Yes,” Brittany said. “I just came in my whore cunt.”

“And I’ll bet you want to cum again.”

“I want you to do whatever you want me to do.”

“Stop lying, whore. We both know what you want?”

Brittany said nothing.

“You’re a whore. That means you get paid but as long as you get paid, it means you want what I want.”

He was right. That was what she wanted.

The man gave her ass a slap.

Her whore ass, Brittany corrected herself. He gave her whore ass a slap.

“I think someone likes that.”

“Yes,” she wanted to say but she was too busy moaning.

“I think someone wants a cock in her whore ass.”

“Yes,” Brittany gasped. “Fuck me in my whore ass.”

The man slid his cock between her cheeks. “Tell me again. Do you want me in here?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck my whore ass.”

His dick was right there but her ass was resisting her. He pushed again and again her ass resisted him.

“You’ve got a tight ass. I like that.”

He liked her ass, Brittany thought.

But the next time he pushed, her ass didn’t resist enough because Brittany could feel him inside her. Oh my God, she told herself. Oh my God. He was so big.

“I think someone likes this,” the man said.

Like might not have been the right word, Brittany told herself, but whatever it was she felt, getting used to having a cock in her ass was certainly going to take some doing.

“You like that, don’t you, whore. You like having a cock in your ass.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to cum for me this time. You’re going to cum when I cum in your whore ass.”

She felt like she could cum right now.

“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck. I’m going to cum.”

She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to cum in her whore ass.

The man groaned and even as he did, Brittany could feel his cock cumming inside her and that’s when she knew she was cumming, too.

Brittany Blue woke up in her bedroom. Not the one she’d woken up in before but her bedroom, her real bedroom, the one she shared with her husband. He was there at the mirror adjusting his tie when he looked over at his young wife. “About time you woke up, Hon,” he said with a grin.

“Huh? What?”

“I said it was about time you woke up. You can’t sleep all day, you know.”

“Um yeah.”

“You got any plans for the day?”

“What?”

“Man, you really were tired. I asked you if you had any plans for today.”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Could you do me a favor then?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“I have some shirts that need to be picked up at the dry cleaners. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure.”

“That’s my girl. I knew I could count on you.”

Brittany couldn’t help but sigh to herself. She knew there was something wrong with this but she knew her husband wouldn’t understand but dammit, she needed her pimp. She didn’t necessarily want a pimp but she knew she needed one, someone who could keep the johns in line if they started to get too pushy, but most of all, she knew what she really needed was men putting cash in her hand, men paying her because they wanted to fuck her. More than anything, that was what she needed. She needed the feel of men paying her to fuck.

“Hon?”

“What?”

“You seemed distracted.”

“Who me?” Brittany asked. “I’m not distracted. You asked me to pick up your shirt and I said I would.”

Her husband kissed Brittany on the forehead. “I never should have doubted you,” he said, “but now, I’ve got to get going because if I don’t, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Go,” Brittany said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure. You said it yourself. You have to go.”

“All right then, I’m outta here but I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“I know,” Brittany said after the door had closed and she did know. Her husband was always home in time for dinner.

It was a little later in the morning and Brittany was at the dry cleaners. “Good morning, Mrs. Blue,” said the spry, young Asian man behind the counter. “What can I do for you today?”

“Good morning, James. My husband has some shirts here and he asked me to pick them up for him.”

“Yes, of course, Mrs. Blue. If you’ll wait here, I’ll get them for you.”

“Thanks, James.”

James returned a few minutes later with five shirts which he hung on a rod. “Here they are, Mrs. Blue. Medium starch just the way Mr. Blue likes it and we repaired a couple of buttons just like he asked us to do.”

“That’s good, James.”

“That’ll be fourteen ninety-seven, Mrs. Blue.”

“James?”

“Yes, Mrs. Blue?”

“I was wondering if you might be interested in an alternative form of payment.”

“An alternative form of payment, Mrs. Blue?”

“Yes, an alternative form of payment. I was thinking that maybe if I took your cock out, I was thinking that if I could suck it—”

“Mrs. Blue,” the shocked clerk replied. “What did you say?”

Brittany caught herself. Oh my God, the young woman thought. What was it she’d been about to say?

The clerk was looking at her still shocked. “It, um, it was just a joke,” the girl stammered.

A still shocked James nodded numbly.

“It was just a joke,” Brittany said as she fished her wallet out of her purse. She dug a twenty out of her wallet and she placed it on the counter and then she dug an extra ten out of her wallet and she placed it on the counter as well. “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” she asked. “You’re not going to tell anyone about my joke, are you?”

James shook his head.

“That’s good,” Brittany said hurriedly. “My little joke, it’ll just be between us, right?”

James nodded.

“Can you wrap those shirts up?”

Again, the young man nodded and then he was handing Brittany the hangers. “Here you go, Mrs. Blue,” the boy said as he finally found his voice.

“Thank you, James,” and with that, Brittany quickly left the dry cleaners.

“It didn’t work, did it?”

Brittany turned to find Blake leaning there against a wall. “What do you want?” she said irritably.

“Me? I don’t want anything. I just said that it didn’t work, did it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do. You tried to sell your cock sucking whore lips for a few shirts but it didn’t work.”

Brittany shook her head even though the reference to her “whore lips” had her pussy all wet with pleasure. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do but you have to realize being a whore isn’t like that.”

“Isn’t like what?”

“Being a whore isn’t about trading favors. Being a whore isn’t about bartering for goods and services. Being a whore is about one thing. Being a whore is about cash on the table. After all, you said it yourself. Being a whore is about being paid first.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“Sure you are. You’re a whore and you know it.”

“No,” Brittany whimpered.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“What does?”

“Me calling you a whore.”

“No.”

“Sure it does. You know it does.”

“No,” Brittany whimpered.

“Yes. You know what you want to be and you know what you are.”

Brittany said nothing.

“You know what you are. All you have to do is admit it to yourself.”

Still, Brittany said nothing.

“Admit it,” the man said again.

“I’m ... I’m—”

“Say it.”

Brittany closed her eyes. “I’m a whore,” she whimpered and even as she said it, she could feel her pussy respond with pleasure. She was a whore, she told herself. What was the point in fighting it.

She was a whore.

When she opened her eyes, the man was gone.