(A sequel to “The Invisible Tenant”.)
Anthony loved degrading lesbians.
He had practiced his craft on Kylie and Carla, the pretty dyke couple who had sued him for being homophobic. He had abducted them, and tested an experimental new technology on them – a device that could remap the connections in a woman’s brain. With it, he had made it so the cunt-licking bitches couldn’t acknowledge his presence, allowing him to rape and degrade them and piss on them without their conscious knowledge. He had moved into their house, made them his unwitting fuckslaves, and then remapped their brains until they believed themselves to be sub-human fuckdolls for male pleasure.
When he had gotten bored of them, they had given their lives over to hosting a podcast in which they appeared, nude and masturbating, while advancing the idea that there was no such thing as a lesbian, only confused sluts longing for impregnation. They had both been nine months pregnant, their tits leaking milk, and Anthony had realised that his house would soon be home to crying babies.
It was time to move on.
Luckily Anthony had refined his technology in the interim. The original version of his process had required him to forcefully abduct or confine his target and slowly reprogram her over an extended period. It was, to be honest, an unpleasant amount of work.
But by experimenting on Kylie and Carla, he had discovered a happy surprise. The very parts of their brain that made them lesbians also contained a kind of backdoor – a neural weakness which he could exploit to substantially speed up his process.
Now he could do it in less than a minute – with a series of specific flashing lights, emitted from a handheld device. He only needed to get a lesbian to look at him, and he could imprint the basic program on her.
The program had five central commands:
- You will not acknowledge the presence of Anthony in any way, either in your actions or your thoughts.
- You will not obstruct or resist Anthony in any way.
- You will rationalise the effects of Anthony’s actions as things you have done or caused to happen.
- You will experience Anthony’s spoken words as your own thoughts.
- You will behave at all times in a way that will please a man looking at you.
He tested it on a young celebrity lesbian couple who were the subject of a lot of public interest – Samantha, a pretty 18-year-old popstar with dark hair, smallish tits and a cute face, and her girlfriend Molly, a buxom 19-year-old redhead actress who had come to fame in a teen TV show.
He approached the door of their Los Angeles mansion dressed as a delivery driver, and when Samantha opened the door, he flashed his device in her eyes.
He watched as the awareness of him faded from her face – and then as she straightened her back, to emphasise her small tits a little better. She stepped back from the door, and he took the opportunity to enter her house.
“Sam, sweetie, who is it?” came a voice – and a moment later, Molly stepped into view.
“Hi,” she said. “Who are…”
He didn’t let her finish. He flashed his device.
Her face went blank – and with one hand she undid a few buttons on her blouse, to expose more of her cleavage.
“It’s too hot to wear clothes,” said Anthony.
Both girls looked suddenly uncomfortable, hearing his words in their heads and thinking them to be their own thoughts.
“You should get naked,” he told them. “There’s no reason not to. It will feel good to be naked.”
“Sweetie, it’s so hot,” said Molly. “We should undress.”
“Molly’s a slut,” said Anthony.
Molly flinched. Samantha said, “You’re such a slut, Molly.”
“You’re both sluts,” said Anthony. “You should undress. It’s too hot to wear clothes.”
“But you’re right,” said Samantha. “We should undress.”
And both girls began to strip right there, in front of Anthony. He watched as their young tits and shaved cunts came into view, their clothes landing on the floor at their feet. And they didn’t just undress – they put on a strip show, taking off their clothes in the most seductive way possible, unconsciously putting on a show for the man watching them.
When they were done, they turned around where they were, cupping their tits, thrusting their asses out. Molly even spread her legs and used her fingers to part her pussy lips. She wasn’t aware she was doing it – but her brain was telling her to put on a show for a male audience.
“You’re disgusting sluts,” said Anthony. “You deserve to be raped.”
The girls flinched again, internalising his words as their own thoughts.
“You’re both so sexy,” said Anthony. “You should kneel, and masturbate.”
They didn’t act immediately. His words weren’t commands. But they were naturally inclined to want to fuck anyway, so he repeated it a few more times, and soon both girls were dropping to their knees, staring at each other, and rubbing their cunts with their fingers.
It was time for Anthony to have some fun. He took out his cock, then grabbed a handful of Samantha’s hair, and slapped her face.
Her mouth popped open in shock – and he pushed his cock into it.
Samantha was unable to acknowledge this was happening. Her conscious mind refused to admit that there was a cock in her mouth. She kept looking at Molly and rubbing her cunt, as Molly stared back and did the same.
“This tastes good,” said Anthony. “You should swallow it.”
And then he began to piss.
She might have just, slack-jawed, allowed the piss to run out of her mouth again, due to her inability to acknowledge what was happening to her. But he pushed his cock as far into her mouth as it would go, creating a seal between her lips and his balls and stomach, and used his grip on her hair to keep her pressed against him. And sure enough, she soon began to convulsively swallow his piss while masturbating.
He kept going until his bladder was nearly empty.
He said, “This tastes good. You should save the last mouthful and share it with your girlfriend.”
Then, when he was done, he pulled his cock out, and grabbed Molly, and pulled the two girls together.
“You want to kiss,” he told them.
And they kissed – and Samantha let the last mouthful of his piss flow into Molly’s mouth. They shared it as they kissed each other.
“Swallow,” he told them after a while, and they did – and then they immediately changed the way they were kissing, lips slightly apart, tongues visibly intertwined. They moaned. This wasn’t how they normally kissed, but they were putting on a show for a watching man.
He pushed his cock, rock hard, between their lips. They ignored it and kept kissing, kissing around it as if it wasn’t there, each girl caressing his tongue with her cock as she attempted to kiss her girlfriend. He pushed his cock in and out, using their lips to masturbate, smearing their mouths with his pre-cum.
Finally, he could bear it no longer. He grabbed Samantha’s tits and used them to pull her upwards. Then he pushed her over the arm of the lounge, her ass up, her tits down, and he pushed his cock into her cunt.
She was wet for him – or rather, wet for her girlfriend – and because her brain didn’t allow her to acknowledge she was being raped by a man, she didn’t become any less wet as he brutally fucked her. She lay there, letting him violate her twat, while her girlfriend watched, equally oblivious to what she was seeing.
He soon reached his orgasm, ejaculating into Samantha’s pussy. He didn’t know if she was on birth control, but if it got her pregnant, that was fine – he would still have several months of fun with her before moving on to play with new lesbians.
He walked around, slapped her face, and pushed his cock into her when her mouth opened, using her mouth to clean his dick. Then he said, “Molly should lick Samantha’s cunt clean”.
“Molly, sweetie, come and lick my cunt clean,” said Samantha.
“You should do it, Molly, because you’re a lesbian slut,” said Anthony, and Molly obediently crawled across the floor and began to lick her girlfriend’s pussy. Her brain wouldn’t let her acknowledge that she was actually licking Anthony’s cum out of Molly’s pussy – that she was eagerly swallowing a rapist’s sperm.
Anthony sat back, contented. Later he would have the girls fuck again, and take photos of their nude bodies to sell to celebrity outlets. He would get good money for naked images of the famous girls, and he would be asked few questions about how he had gotten them. He would piss on their dinner and watch them eat it, and then rape them again in the evening – he was keen to see how Molly’s cunt compared to Samantha’s.
And then he would see how much further he could degrade them. It would be an experiment, really. An experiment with very fun results.
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