I've got a weird one this time. You can thank browsing some Rule 34 sites while drunk and sleep-depraved. In fact, I'm still nursing part of it off while writing this intro making sure to get at least the outline of the idea on "paper." So, The Fairly Odd Parents, everyone knows who Vicky is. Loud, arrogant, money-grubbing, psychopathic, child abuser, and so many other descriptors you could probably write a few other paragraphs describing her personality. In the past, Timmy has wished for Vicky to be nicer, but what if when Vicky turned 18 Timmy wished once more that Vicky would become nice "somehow" and didn't specify how. Like an offhand comment. His Godparents, hearing the words "I wish" still grant it, not really knowing what will come of it.
Enter our protagonist male OC who wants to make Vicky into his woman and "tame" her in the only way hentai logic would deem fit: by becoming addicted to the D and eventually becoming a "Stepford" wife and nice to Timmy by proxy because of that. The only appearance Timmy and his Godparents will make are at the beginning when the wish is made and at the end when Vicky is the "perfect" housewife-type and are confused about how she became this way, but since she's nice now and the world isn't ending like the last time, they let it go.
Title: The taming of Vicky.
Pairing: m!OC/Vicky
Rating: Explicit M for lewd actions.
Summary: Timmy offhandedly wishes that Vicky should somehow become nice after she turns 18 and Vicky is turned into the perfect housewife-type by a lone "hero" that Timmy will never know the actions of. This is the story about how Vicky was tamed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. The Fairly Odd Parents belongs to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. I only own the idea of this story. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
WARNING: This chapter contains lewd material between two fictional yet implied to be adults at or above the age of majority. This story will contain lewd material involving hypnotism, mental reconditioning, substances, BDSM, a "Stepford Wife" fetish, forced but not forced situations, hentai logic, and more against a not-so-great person. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things, please proceed to the next chapter; and if you're alright with it, please proceed.
Disclaimer, the second: I am in no way a medical professional in either pharmaceuticals or mental health/psychology. Nor do I condone any of these actions being performed on real individuals as the individuals in this story are fictional and ergo no one is affected by the actions performed upon them. It should have to be said that I denounce anyone who does do these things in real life or would attempt to do so in real life.
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Timmy was sick and tired of Vicky being an absolutely terrible person. She was a money-hungry woman who cared for nothing but herself and he had foolishly thought that when Vicky turned eighteen that she would be a nicer person. That she'd grow up, well that was immature of him to think that someone would change on a dime.
"I wish somehow Vicky would become nicer," Timmy said offhand.
Cosmo and Wanda from their fishbowl looked at each other slightly worried about how this might end up. "I hope nothing bad will happen," Wanda commented as she raised her wand.
"This is Vicky we're talking about," Cosmo replied. "If anyone deserves something bad, it's her!"
"I meant to everyone else, you know how this went last time."
Cosmo didn't respond but raised his wand as well. As Timmy had wished it, so the wish had been granted.
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"So, let me get this straight," a young man said on the other side of a diner table from a couple in their late thirties. "You want me to essentially hypnotize your now legal daughter?"
"Yes!" the man cried out desperately.
"And you want me to do so permanently with motherly traits to be kind towards children and subservient to me."
"Yes!" the woman cried out just as desperately.
"Ok, why?" he asked to humor them.
The two comically leaned in and looked around the diner as if they expected a KGB assassin to appear to do them in. Feeling safe enough to speak, the man spoke first, "She's a sociopathic psychopath! She enslaves children that she babysits, including her own sister, to do the work she does want to do all for profit!"
The woman raised both her husband's and her ankle on the table and pointed to a device wrapped in copper meshing. It was a Farraday cage. "She's had us essentially chipped and tracked us like animals for years now." Behind it, the young man could see that it looked like one of those tracking bracelets that the state used to track prisoners out on parole.
"And the only reason she doesn't know you're here...?" the young man asked.
"She thinks we're caving this weekend which we technically were until we put these in Farraday cages," the husband answered. "Where we will need to return in order to take pictures of our adventure to prove we actually went there."
"Which is why you wanted to meet in the literal middle of nowhere." They nodded. "Ok, let's humor this request, why me, though?"
"You're a skilled hypnotist," the husband said.
"And a strong, virile man," the wife added. That got her a look from her husband. "What? I love you but I can at least admit the truth."
"My skills and alleged bedroom prowess aside. What you're asking me to do, what I'd need to do in order to get the results you want, will require us to break many laws and we could all go to jail for a very long time if caught and charges are pressed," the man said as he picked up a piece of notebook paper. "We have false imprisonment, abduction, use of illicit controlled substances, and sexual assault and just normal assault just to start. That'd get us at least 10-50 years in a federal pen bare minimum." He leaned in close, "We're talking about reconditioning an entire person, rewriting everything about their personality, their very being, and shredding what came before. I need to know how committed you are to this."
They were silent as they thought it over. "We will accept all consequences involved. If need be, we'll cover for you," the husband said resolutely.
"You are dedicated, I'll give you that. You say that your daughter is a psychopathic sociopath. Do you truly think she's a threat to society?"
The mother nodded. "She's always been a child interested in destructive forces. The History Channel had a marathon of dictators one week and she was so engrossed in it that it was disturbing. It wasn't morbid curiosity or learning how these people came to power to prevent such things from happening in the future, but genuine interest and fascination; wanting to be these historical, infamous figures."
"You think she'll become a dictator?"
"I wouldn't put it past her. She has the drive and ambition. Plus, two years ago I had a dream that felt so real that was shared with my husband. She had succeeded and had the entire world under technological oppression." When the man looked at the husband, he nodded his head in agreement that this was what he saw too.
"And you think that this is the only way to do this?"
"We've tried everything," the husband replied. "Councilors (but they keep disappearing), therapists (who have all gone insane with fear), teachers (but they do nothing considering the school system), interventions with friends (but they end up pissing themselves in fear). These are desperate times, and you're the desperate measures."
The young man was silent. "I hate to sound like a broken record, but are you sure it has to be me who does this?"
"Yes. You're the only one capable of handling her."
"And you know that she will be a completely changed person after this? You may not even recognize her outside of physical similarities."
"We know, but it's a price that must be paid."
The young man was silent, contemplating his options. "Know that we must not spare any expense; that once we start, we cannot stop until she's a completely new person."
"We've saved away a sum of money that Vicky hasn't stolen from us," the wife said.
"Be ready to take out loans if need be. If she is as rich as you say she is, when I'm done, you'll be repaid several-fold by your own flesh and blood." They nodded. He held out his hand. "Well, I think we're in business," he said as they both shook his hand. "It's time to tame the shrew."
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Two weeks later and all the preparations had been made. A remote location completely off the grid was purchased, an abandoned missile silo from the Cold War to be precise. Electrical systems were rigged up and camera surveillance installed which were all hooked up to a small solar farm with a diesel backup generator. Talks were had with chemists that were a bit... down on their luck to create the needed chemicals for the 'training' that was had in mind. Runs to adult novelty stores and purchases online to get the needed help with that training. Those two weeks passed and the young man was ready.
He sat in an unmarked van with stolen plates several houses over getting ready as the route that Vicky had from a party that would be ending soon would take her right past him. "Your name is John Peterson. You are a talented nineteen-year-old about to do the universe a favor by helping two parents with an evil daughter who wishes to do evil things to others. Your actions are justified," John reassured himself. He looked outside and saw the woman in question starting to walk down the sidewalk. "May God have mercy on my soul."
He slipped a surplus Army gas mask on and pulled out a teargas grenade; removed the pin to prime it and held it at the ready. He opened his van window and tossed it right as she started to reach his bumper. The gas came out and immediately she was affected.
"Hey!" Vicky called out as she coughed and started to rub her irritated eyes. "What the-?"
John opened the door of the van with an injector gun in hand. As she tried to find her way through the fog he walked over and jabbed it into her neck, injecting her with the sedative within. She started to fade away to unconsciousness and fell to the ground. But she didn't fall and was caught by John. He cuffed her with zip ties on both wrists and ankles and threw her in the back of the van. Closing the door, he got back inside the driver's seat and peeled out in the already running van from the area. Once the cab had aired out, he removed his gas mask and threw it onto his passenger seat. The van drove out of the city of Dimmsdale towards the literal middle of nowhere.
Step 1: Complete.
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Vicky felt groggy, she didn't know where she was, why she felt numb and why her nose, mouth, and eyes had a dull burning. Before she could think about her predicament a bucket of ice-cold water was thrown in her face. "Who? What? Where?" she called out. Before she could ask anything else, a bright spotlight was shone on her. She squinted to try to get a better look at whoever was in the shadows, but could only see a male figure. "Who are you!?" she angrily called out. She tried to stand up only to find that she was currently handcuffed with what looked like leather asylum cuffs on both her hands and feet. Her hands were looped through to a welded chain link on the cable kept in place with a lock. Her feet were kept in place similarly but that loop was in the concrete floor.
"Welcome Victoria," the man said.
"My name is not Victoria!"
The man pulled out a cattle prod and zapped her in the leg. Immediately she tensed up in pain despite it passing in less than a second. "Tsk, tsk. Naughty, naughty raising your voice, Victoria. Let's try that again."
"Who-!" she started to exclaim but stopped herself as the prod cackled with electricity again threateningly. "Who are you?" she asked just as angrily but much quieter, almost in a conversation level of volume.
"Me?" he said as the prod hid by his side again in the darkness. "I'm your new master. You may call me 'sir' from here on."
"Master!?" That got her another quick zap.
"Yes. Master who you call 'sir.'" He started to pace around her until he was behind her. "I was hired to make you... change your mind about your future."
"Change my mind?"
"Yes. Let's just say that you'll come around to my way of thinking. But we cannot get there while you're dressed like that."
This confused her as she looked down to see that she was still wearing her green shirt and black pants and boots. Before she could ask what he meant, a needle entered her neck again. "Hey!" she yelped out. As she did, she felt the liquid enter her body and everything except her head felt immediately numb she couldn't move them anymore, but she could still feel everything. She knew that because she got a zap from the prod again in her ass. Her jaw clenched once again in pain. He walked over to unlock the two rings keeping her in place and as she attempted to seize the opportunity, she found that she couldn't move at all. Her limbs wouldn't obey her mental commands. "What's happening?!"
He chuckled as he pulled something from behind her that made some kind of noise, that sounded like chains rattling. She looked up to see a hook that looked like it belonged on the back of a truck. "It's interesting, that drug. Completely immobilizes motor function in your extremities, but leaves your head alone in movement. It also, once fully in effect, causes nerves to be much more sensitive. But you'll find that out soon enough."
He lifted up her arms until the chain that linked her arms together was nestled in the hook. He then pulled out a remote and the chain rose upwards until she was dangling with her toes barely touching the ground. He then pulled out a pair of scissors. "What are you going to do with those?" she asked. She actually was fearful of what was next.
"As I said, you're not dressed right and that needs to be rectified." He took the scissors and cut away the top seams of her shirt sleeves and cut away one lower side allowing the now non-functional garment to fall away. Vicky was too much in shock from the audacity to say anything but stare in horror. He then cut away both sides of her pants which fella way leaving her in her boots and socks and undergarments. She tried to kick at him but her legs weren't obeying her like he had said they wouldn't. He actually untied her boots and removed them as well as the socks leaving her barefoot in her underwear. She could feel the cold concrete floor beneath her slowly getting colder from where her toes could touch. He walked in front of her and the blades of the scissors cut the first strands of her bra. It was a simple one, nothing too fancy; one of those pieces from one of the major clothing store brands meant for everyday wear. It was comfortable, for the most part.
This thread cutting snapped her back to reality. "Stop, please, I can pay you whatever you want!" He stopped for a moment.
"Really, now?"
"Yes! I have tens of thousands of-!" her plea was cut off as she was zapped right in the abdomen. This one lasted a lot longer than the other ones.
"I'm not interested in your money. I share the same concerns that many a-people of Dimmsdale have had, and I'm committed to your... reeducation." With that he cut the inexpensive garment between the cups, freeing her breasts, but the garment was still on her, so he cut the two straps which allowed it to fall to the ground with the rest of her clothes. She was topless and she kept commanding her arms to cover her bare chest, but they didn't obey her; not that it would have mattered any since her arms were cuffed still above her head. Her mental instincts were to try and cross her legs, but again they didn't obey her as he cut away the last piece of thin cloth hiding her chastity which disappeared in two snips of scissors. "And there we go, all done," he said as he kicked her clothes away into the darkness. "Now, let's give you a once over, hmm?"
He walked behind her and cupped her ass before giving it a spank which caused her to yelp a bit. He then walked in front of her and manhandled her breasts, groping the C-cups and pinching her nipples. He examined her abdomen and lastly her pelvis and groin before cupping her chin and moving her around. She felt completely violated.
"Very nice. I think I can work with this," he said as he walked behind her.
She started to sob, "What do you want?"
"Want, miss Victoria?" he asked as he brought two objects into view, what appeared to be a paddle and a ring gag. Before she could react, he affixed the ring gag to her mouth. "You've been a bad girl, Victoria. I want you to repent and change." Without missing a beat, he wound up and spanked her one cheek. The resounding 'slap' filled the concrete room. "One." He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "and so many more to go. One for each person you've hurt."
It would be over an hour later and a completely lost count when he stopped. If Vicky was being honest somewhere in the middle it stopped feeling painful and started feeling… good? She could feel some moisture between her legs, but she was unsure if it was from the drool dripping between her tits and down her stomach, the tears of pain, or from wetting herself at some point. Her breathing was haggard and it felt like her cheeks were on fire. She didn't know if it was because she liked it, or if it was from the embarrassment.
"Very good," he said as he put the paddle aside. "Now that you've been properly punished, your training can now begin." He grabbed the remote again and she started to be lifted up again until she was several feet off the ground. He rolled something forward and under her. She was slowly lowered down and felt two somethings probe her pussy and asshole. He stopped and aligned it before lowering her all the way. He proceeded to place weights around her ankles and held up another remote.
"You must be wondering what this is for. It's for what you're currently impaled on." He flicked a switch and the two probes inside her started to vibrate on top of what felt like a finger vibrating against her clit. "It's called a Sybian and it has the ability to deliver very powerful orgasms." He turned it to its max setting which caused Vicky to throw her head back as her nerves were invaded with pleasure. Soon enough, she could feel herself reaching that point of no return and came all over the toy. But the vibration didn't stop. "I'll check back on you in a bit."
Vicky felt herself get wracked by orgasm after orgasm, never being able to rest or recover. Her poor borderline virgin holes aching and spasming in pleasure, her brain swimming in dopamine to a point where she couldn't tell what was real anymore, her vision filled with flash after blinding flash as she went blind repeatedly from the orgasms. She came one last time some unspecified time later and collapsed as the Sybian stopped vibrating, but her muscles kept spasming to the point where she passed out.
"Aww, Victoria, you passed out. Well, it's been a long day and you need to get your beauty rest because tomorrow is a new day with new lessons," he said as she faded out completely to the peaceful abyss.
John collected the unconscious woman from the Sybian mount and carried her fireman-style over his shoulder to her sleeping space. It, like the rest of the complex with the exception of his room, was spartan except for a human-sized cage with bedding on the bottom which had its door currently open. Before going any further he laid Vicky down and pulled out a shock collar and made sure it was secure around her neck. It even had a little tag that had her name engraved into it. He then pulled out four latex gloves that were lubed up and slipped the opera-glove length gloves over her arms which ended in a mitten without an opposable thumb and a single strap at the end. The other two 'gloves' were gloves in name only as they were more thigh highs that also ended in a strap. Considering she was in 'dreamland' these were easy to slip on. Then he pulled out four hoods.
He proceeded to press her arms as if she were performing a bicep curl and slipped the hoods on, securing them in place with a strap. He repeated the same with her legs with the flat of her foot pressed against her buttocks. When he was done, and when Vicky woke up, she'd be forced to walk on all fours like a dog. He then connected the straps together to prevent her from wiggling loose. To finish the ensemble, he'd place dog ears on her later and a tail, but he'd need her awake for that later. For now, though, he placed a plug in her ring gag and secured it, it was a much smaller dildo. Once happy with his 'pet,' he placed her in her new cage-quarters and locked the door on it. He had to get to bed soon too, tomorrow was a new day.
"Wakie, wakie," Vicky heard the voice of her captor. "Good morning miss sleepypants." She tried to ignore him. "I know you're trying to ignore me, let's try this again." Her entire body was filled with pain as she was shocked and was forced awake. "There we go," he said sickeningly sweet.
She immediately started to panic as she couldn't move her arms or legs as she saw she had been forced while sleeping into some kind of gear that forced her arms and legs together making her walk on her elbows and knees. She was still exposed as her nipples were stiff from the cold air and she could feel lingering wetness on her pussy from when she had lost all control of herself in continued orgasms feeling the cold sting as well. She tried to angrily shout out but those shouts were muffled by the gag in her mouth on top of them being cut short by another shock which she noticed coming from around her neck.
"Now, now. We can't have you doing that, now can we?" he asked as he held up a remote. She recognized it as being one of the many name brands for dog collars, specifically shock collars. "Now, be a good girl and be quiet while I explain." She didn't say anything, so he continued. "This is to a shock collar around your neck. When you do bad things, I shock you. When you do good things, I reward you. Simple. Now what you're in is what in the BDSM community is called a 'bitch suit' where your legs and/or arms are restrained preventing bipedal movement and forcing you to walk on your elbows and knees like an animal." He walked over to the cage door. "Now, I'm going to open this door and I want you to walk to me; if you try and run off, I will shock you." He held the remote as a threat in one hand as well as a leash; she put two and two together on what he was about to do. He was going to leash her and guide her somewhere else. She had felt the shock and moving both her arms and legs felt that they were securely fastened in whatever material the bitch suit was made out of. Even if she did knock him over, she'd be restricted to unnatural quadrupedal movement and unable to open any doors or press any buttons, and whatever gods there may have mercy on her if there were stairs. And so, out of self-preservation, she decided that she would comply as he opened the door to her cage/bedroom. "Good. Now, step out."
She took unsteady steps out of the cage and stopped as two of her 'legs' were out of the cage and two were still inside it. He knelt down and attached a 'girly' looking leash to her shock collar and gave a gentle tug encouraging her to leave the cage which she did. He then led her around the room to get used to her new mode of transportation which was odd but she did pick up quickly.
"Now, stay," he ordered.
She did as she was told and he pulled out a belt that he fastened around her waist above her hips. He then pulled out a piece of cord and took her hair and tied one part of the cord around her ponytail and the other part of it to her new accessory forcing her head to look forward. He then pulled out another needle and she squirmed and started to panic, but there was no escape and he held up the collar remote again as a threat.
"Don't worry, this one will make you feel really good," he said as he placed the injector into her neck and depressed it. Immediately the chemical cocktail started to make her feel warm. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks in a blush and a sudden warmth entering her pussy as it started to moisten. Her vision also started to swim a little bit as colors started to become more vivid. "Now that you've had your booster, we need to get you breakfast. You can't start off the day without it." As he said this, he lowered his pants and boxers showing his grown erection. He held her leash tightly preventing her from running away, but she stared at it hungrily and felt an ache in her loins for it. She wanted it. Why did she want it? Before she could contemplate asking, he removed the plug from her gag, and drool that she had been holding in without realizing it started to spill to the ground. "Bon Appetit," he said as he knelt down in front of her and plunged his large member into her mouth.
Her tongue ran alongside the bottom of his cock tasting it and what she tasted was intoxicating and she didn't know why. All her animalistic mind wanted was to taste more of this magnificent treat and the prize it contained inside. Her tongue moved of its own accord, licking the underside as the thrust into her exposed hole and deep into her throat. "Good girl, take my cock in your mouth. I bet you're wondering what was in the shot. Well, I guess I can tell you. It's a strong aphrodisiac mixed with LSD and truth serum. If what I've been told is true – fuck – your every nerve should be sensitive exponentially and will crave cock and cum." He gave her ass a quick swat and the pain quickly faded to pleasure.
John reveled in her amateurish technique which would fit her status as a virgin per her own parents as she never had a partner. Not that he could really speak considering he was just as inexperienced. But whatever as her tongue rolled around the head of his cock teasing his tip as her drooling mouth provided all of the lubrication he needed. He felt his balls tighten, begging for release as he declared, "Get ready, here comes your breakfast, don't spill a single drop."
He unleashed a torrent of seed into her mouth to which she obeyed under the influence of the drug, and natural instinct to not suffocate, and swallowed every drop of cum. Vicky felt her loins explode in desire as the hot, viscous, baby-making liquid slithered down her throat. Once her throat and tongue had milked out every drop, he pulled out of her and her tongue lolled out like a dog's, begging for more, wriggling her ass to signify her desire and want. But he placed the plug back into the ring of her gag and stood up, pulling his pants and boxers back up along with it.
"Tut, tut, tut," he chided as he took her leash. "You'll get more later, but for now there is other training that you must get first before you get your final reward."
'Final reward?' she thought. 'I don't want this gross man's cock fucking me!' But her eyes lingered on his crotch. 'But I want it! I want him to fuck me!' she groaned in frustration. She was pulled out of her thoughts as the leash was tugged and she followed him out of the room back to the room she saw yesterday. As she was led away, she felt her burning hot sex dripping fluids behind her like a lewd trail leading to a treasure.
The room was more lit up, that, or the drug she was given made her more sensitive to light and dark, and could see a little bit in the dark. On a table was what looked like a VR headset and in the center were two machines with an angled pillow in between them, and a hook above as well. He walked her over and slid the pillow under her as she stood between the two machines. Closer up, she could see what they were: they were fucking machines with very large dildos attached to them. The one behind her had two whereas the one in front of her had one. Before she could think clearly the leash had been placed on the hook above her which would keep her from running away from her next 'lesson.' There was just enough slack that if she fell to the ground, she wouldn't be strangled by her own body weight.
He removed the plug in her mouth again, her tongue lolling once more out like a dog's begging him once again. 'Like a bitch in heat,' John mused as he positioned the fucking machine in front of her and lined up the faux phallus with her ring gag, and extended it so it was 'balls' deep in her mouth. He then did the same to the rear. He let the one for her pussy go in first as her pussy was already wet and didn't need to be lubricated to which she mewled as it entered her filling her wanting hole and stopped when it too was balls deep into her, securing her in place. He then lubed up the one that would go in her ass and pushed it slowly so it would enter her causing her to wriggle in unfamiliar, uncomfortable pleasure as it entered her 'forbidden hole' and stretched her poor asshole out just like it had with her needy pussy. She felt herself orgasm as it finished entering her.
"Only one thing left," John said as he walked to the table. As he did, Vicky tried to follow him with her eyes as she couldn't actually turn her head. But she saw as he grabbed the VR headset. From what she could see, it didn't look like any VR headset that she had seen as the headphones from it appeared to be larger to cover her entire ear and on the top were little dog ears. He placed it over her head with the headset part of it up and immediately her hearing was silenced until he pressed some kind of button on the side. "Now, you be a good girl and learn your lessons, ok? You'll be rewarded if you do." He turned off the volume from the outside and lowered the visor. Her vision was completely gone as well as her hearing.
She then felt the dildos in her ass and pussy start to vibrate, the one in her pussy specifically also having little rabbit ears that pressed against her clit to stimulate it. Then they all started to move but not all at the same time. In the darkness, all of a sudden there was a light that formed into a video with audio. So then started her lesson as the drug she was given made her all the more sensitive and orgasm all the more.
John watched from a chair a few feet away as he propped his feet up and grabbed a book to read. All the pieces were in place now. The video she was watching was one filled with subliminal messaging in text alongside pornographic video and audio including binaural audio that had hypnotic suggestions to be implanted in her mind hidden by the porn audio. Her orgasms, combined with the drug's aphrodisiac and LSD components would lower her resistance to any further conditioning. On top of that, the dildos in her pussy and mouth were hooked up to tanks of semen-like fluid that would enter her when the dildos would fake orgasm. Allegedly, accordioning to the biological chemist who created it, it would have the same properties as the real thing; same viscosity, warmth retention, the way it dried, and the taste (how that scientist figured that out, he didn't want to know). For all intents and purposes, she was being filled repeatedly by a gangbang that would never end unless he wanted it to. Laced into this fake semen was the same aphrodisiac that he had injected her with in order to keep her body always in heat and help reprogram that part of her mind as well. The only difference with the tank plugged into her pussy's dildo was that one had a lubricant whereas the one in her mouth had a food supplement that somehow was formulated to be absorbed completely by her body that would provide all the nutrients she'd need while creating no excrement somehow and would provide the needed hydration as well. Though she would need to still urinate, addressed by the drain in the room they were in while she had her training.
And so, her daily training began. Day after day she'd be injected with the cocktail until she was hooked on it and would be filled with fake semen laced with aphrodisiac and became hooked on the pleasure. John watched this evil woman become nothing more than an animal craving sex and semen. He looked over the roadmap and slowly decreased the dose of the drug entirely until nothing was left, but she was left in the same state as her mind had essentially been rewritten from the pleasure. It helped that he randomized the length of the sessions. Sometimes they were an hour, sometimes over a day at a time to make her lose all sense of time. After a week of being on no drugs at all but acting the same, he was confident that he had broken her. Now to rebuild her. He had all the time in the world as her parents would cover for her disappearance at a non-existent summer camp she was volunteering at.
He stopped the machines and withdrew them. Her holes all oozed the fake, now drug-free, semen out of them. He removed the headset and looked her in the eyes. She was begging. He removed the gag entirely and asked, "You've spent all this time as a bitch, are you ready to be a woman once more?"
After an unknown amount of time of acting like an animal, she finally had control of her mouth again and could speak. "Yes, sir," Vicky replied as meekly as she was horny.
"Good. Now let us get you out of that bitch suit, cleaned up, and into a more proper set of clothes," John said as he cupped her chin gently with affection.
He proceeded to remove the hoods on her knees and elbows allowing her limbs to extend for the first time in what felt like forever to her. She was sore but she didn't feel like she was in pain. The latex gloves and thigh-highs remained on as he helped her to her feet. She was still wobbly from being quadrupedal, a bitch. He led her to a nice bathroom where he helped her strip out of the remaining pieces of her suit including her collar and set her in a tub with warm soapy water. Soon any aches or pains melted away with the warm water and the dried (fake) bodily fluids, as well as her own, disappeared from her skin. John even gave her a scalp massage while shampooing her hair and a shoulder rub on top of it. Both of which rewards for being a 'good girl' which she reveled in.
He left the room to get her new change of clothes as she dried herself off, her muscles finally able to support themselves in having her stand upright. As she did, she used the body-length mirror to look herself over. Her pussy and ass were still outstretched and puckered as they attempted to close themselves as her muscles relaxed and contracted. She reached down with a finger and gingerly touched her puckered ring of an asshole which while feeling tender still felt nice. She did the same to her pussy which felt infinitely better. She then felt a swat on her rear which got her to stop immediately.
"Victoria, a proper lady doesn't touch herself inappropriately in the presence of proper company," John chided as he set the clothes for her on a chair next to the mirror. "Your new clothes," he presented.
On the chair were a bra, panties, thigh-high sheer leggings, a dress, and heels. The bra and panties were a set as they were the same red-colored material. The material it was made of was a lace-type which allowed light to get through allowing parts of the wearer's skin to show through it making it look a lot more enticing and lewder than just an average bra despite the nipple being unable to be seen. The panties, being of the same material, had the same property of showing more skin underneath than a piece of cotton material; it had a 'T' back which made it pull into her cheeks, accentuating them in certain outfits or by themselves. The leggings were sheer with toppers that had elastic in them to keep them in place without slipping. Lastly was the skirt; it was a blue sundress that was of a light material but the hem of the dress was cut extremely high right between microskirt and miniskirt length which meant if she bent more than 15° over, she'd be exposing whatever panties she was wearing that day ('or lack thereof,' the thought crossed her mind). The last piece of the ensemble presented were heels in the same color as her dress and the heels were about three inches high.
John left the room and allowed her to dress herself. It was easy for her all but the heels as she never wore any of them until now, not even when playing dress-up as a younger child. When she finished, she walked out of the bathroom through the same door that John had left through into what looked like an apartment.
"You look rather fetching, Victoria," John complimented the young woman which made her blush. He gestured to the kitchen table. "Please, take a seat." She obeyed as she did. "With your hard work in breaking the bitch inside you all we have to do is rebuild the woman."
"How are we to do that, sir?" she asked respectfully.
"With positive reinforcement!" John said as he pulled out a vibrator and his phone. "This is a We-Vibe, a remote-controlled vibrator. When you do something right this'll make you have an orgasm. How does that sound?"
She looked at it. She would be getting an orgasm just for being good instead as punishment? "I'd like that, sir."
"Good, then stand up." She did and he pulled out a bottle of lube. He slicked it and lowered her panties enough to slip it in to which she shivered as it did. He then pulled her panties back up. "And now, let's see if it works." He pulled out his phone and set it to the lowest setting which was a very gentle vibration. "Can you feel it?"
"Yes, sir," she answered as she bit her lip. John used the remote to suddenly raise the speed and intensity of the toy for a moment. "Ooh!" Vicky called out as she buckled to her knees.
"It seems like it is working. Let's get started with your first lesson," he said as he walked into the kitchen. "Cooking!"
"What would you like, sir?"
"How about something simple? Pan-fried steak, medium?"
"I can do that, sir," Vicky said confidently as she went into the kitchen.
As John watched on, he pulled out his phone and set the vibrator at the lowest, gentle setting again which caused her legs to shake slowly and for her to moan and bite her lip every so often when she got close but couldn't find release. Everything that Vicky needed for what he had suggested was over in the fridge and the needed utensils in the different cupboards and drawers. Soon enough the sounds of sizzling meat were heard and ten minutes later she came over with a pan-fried steak.
"Your dinner, sir," she said proudly even as her leg twitched as the vibrator played with her delicate hole.
John took up a knife and cut it open, it truly was cooked medium. "Very good, Victoria," John praised. He pulled out his phone and slowly revved up the vibrator to its strongest setting. "You get your reward now." Her legs buckled as she grabbed a chair to steady herself as the strong vibrations drove her wild. Her breathing increased in page and her voice got huskier as she moaned. But right as she was about to explode with an orgasm, it stopped.
"Why?"
"While fantastic," John said as he dabbed his chin with a napkin, "it's missing something." He tapped his chin in thought. "I know! Entertainment!"
"Entertainment?"
"Yes," he said as he spread his legs hinting at what she should do. "You should entertain your man while he enjoys the fruits of your labor you made for him."
Her eyes glazed over at finally being able to worship the object of her lust. "Yes, sir," she dreamily said as she fell to her hands and knees and crawled under the table and between his legs.
She reached up to his belt buckle and undid it before unbuttoning his pants and lowing the zipper. Parting the pieces of cloth, she saw her prize veiled behind John's boxers, his erection pressing against the thin material. She listened to the voice in the back of her head which said to take her time and not rush. She gently pulled down the piece of cloth and his mighty cock sprang forward. She looked at it in awe before grabbing it gently with both hands and guiding it to her mouth and started to suckle on it while her aching pussy desired it in her honeypot.
As for John, he had to not lose his composure when Vicky started to give him head. Her lips and mouth slobbered all over his cock while one of her hands stroked his shaft in tandem and the other gently kneaded his balls. He groaned in approval at her actions as he ate. As he did, he reached over to his phone, and while setting it to a special setting called 'orgasm denial,' he allowed the toy to play with her to which she moaned out as well. Her tongue swirled around his crown and tip as it went in and out of her nubile throat.
"That's right, use that throat-pussy," John moaned in in approval. Taking that command, she wrapped her arms around his waist and started to pull himself balls-deep into her throat, not even gagging as she did. John gripped her hair as a pair of handlebars and helped her along. Lewd slurping and throat fucking sounds filling the dining room. Then he felt it, his balls getting tighter. "Get ready, I'm gonna cum inside your throat-pussy!" he announced. Three strokes later he exploded inside her as he pulled her face into his crotch seating himself fully inside her, his seed now flowing right down her throat directly into her stomach. She moaned in approval as he did.
When he was spent, he released her head, but she tightened her lips around his shaft and suckled on it as she pulled away, cleaning it as she did, leaving nothing but a slick trail of her saliva behind. She opened her mouth showing her oral creampie before she swallowed it in one gulp.
With lust in her eyes, her hands reached to her breasts and pussy and started to fondle them. "Sir, please fuck me. I need your cock inside me," Vicky begged. "I need the real deal."
"Very well, Victoria. I'll oblige your very unladylike request. But we should do this properly," John replied as he pulled her up and into a carrying style dubbed by many as a 'princess carry.' Arriving at a much nicer bedroom he set her down and reached behind her to unzip the sundress. It fell to the floor with little resistance. Looking down, he saw that her lacy panties were soaked. "Naughty, naughty, Victoria," he chided as he ran a finger along her soaked panties, teasing her pussy lips. He then pulled down the hem which released the pressure on the toy causing it to slip right out of her pussy. He also removed her bra which showed her nipples hard and begging to be played with. "Such a needy body. Show me how much you want my cock."
She laid back on the bed and lifted her legs towards the ceiling before splitting them apart in a V-shape before pulling her legs back towards her chest using the heels as a bit of a handhold to hold her position: the mating press. She snaked one hand between her breasts and to her wanting pussy and spread it with her index and middle finger showing off the aching, winking hole oozing her wetness. "Please, sir, breed me. Fuck me. Fill me with your seed and mark me as yours," she begged with lust and desperation both in her voice and eyes.
John shimmied out of his clothes until he was also in the nude and walked to her, placing his cock's shaft on top of her pussy and slapped against it. She moaned and he could feel the heat radiating off of her sex; it was warm and inviting. He thrust across her sensitive lips and lubricated himself before positioning his head at her entrance.
"Sir, please don't make me wait anymore," she pleaded in a cute whine as she rolled her hips, her entrance rubbing his tip. She had waited long enough for her first real dick, and he was going to make it special. He positioned himself above her and thrust in one stroke to break what may have been left of her hymen and bottomed out barely touching her womb. She threw her head back in ecstasy and the walls of her honeypot quivered squeezing his dick firmly and her moist, silken-soft walls wouldn't let him go easily. "Yes!" she cried out happily that her wish was fulfilled.
John repositioned himself so he could lay atop her and started to thrust, the sound of their fucking echoing with the sound akin to macaroni and cheese, her sopping wet pussy versus his cock. He reached out with a free hand and started to play with her breast and nipple which caused her pussy to clamp down on him as she was being overstimulated and she was loving every minute of it. Her moans and coos of pleasure turned into the lustful grunts and screams of losing oneself in their mating.
"Do you want my cum?" John asked.
"Yes! Deposit all of it in your cumdumpster, my pussy-toilet!" she pleaded as he thrust away with reckless abandon feeling his orgasm get close, she could feel it as well as his cock started to grow in girth. "Yes! Put it all in me! Leave no corner of my baby chamber unsoiled! Give me your babies!" Hearing that was enough to push him over the edge and John emptied his balls for the second time that night. The heated impact of his jet of semen struck the top of her womb and sent her over the edge. "Oooh! I'm being impregnated!" she cried as she threw her head back. She had let go of her legs and was holding John in place to make sure he did leave every last drop inside her. "My eggs are being fertilized! I'm gonna have your babies!" she cried out with exaggerated throughs of pleasure not even thinking about the logistics of not being able to actually feel when you get pregnant (as in the sperm penetrating the egg). But then again, John also wasn't thinking of the logistics of it either as his brain was high on the endorphins of hearing a woman in the throughs of sex begging to carry his babies.
When the two of them had settled down enough from their highs, he drew himself out of her and laid his half-mast cock covered in both their juices on her stomach. "How'd you like the real thing?"
She looked down at his cock with lust in her eyes and a renewed sense of vigor. "Please sir, may I have some more?"
It was at that moment that John realized that he may have awoken a nymphomaniac that was crazy for his cock in particular.
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One month later...
Timmy was suspicious. There was something wrong with Vicky and he knew it. She had disappeared two weeks ago with her parents claiming she was at some summer camp, then she returned and everything about her was different. For one, everyone that she had babysat said that she appeared to have a change of heart. In particular, she was actually a good babysitter now. She made dinner (like actual dinner and not some kind of microwave insta-meal), helped out with homework, helped out with chores, and was a pleasure to be around. Many of his classmates who were babysat by her still were also suspicious but didn't complain about having to do chores that didn't actually belong to them like in the days before her disappearance. Now today was Timmy's turn. Today he would get to see this 'new and improved' Vicky for the first time.
"Timmy! Dinnertime!" she called out. It wasn't an annoying sweet voice. It was just someone calling out. No anger. No annoyance. He walked downstairs from his room, godparents in tow as their usual fish form, and saw that in the kitchen was a dish on a hot pad with what looked like steamed veggies and a bowl of cut fruit. She lifted the top of the dish off to reveal enchiladas. "Enchilada night," she announced with a warm smile.
She was wearing a turtleneck sweater and what looked to be some kind of jeans. She wore plain tennis shoes with what looked like 'no-show' socks. Her hair wasn't done up in a particular way but it did look like she had grown it out slightly and had it in a ponytail that was more like a loose braid if anything else. Everything about her seemed perfect, too perfect.
He sat down, but couldn't take it anymore. "What's wrong with you!?" Timmy blurted out.
"What do you mean?"
"Where's the doom and gloom? Trying to kill me? Making me do your chores on top of my own? The cruel and unusual punishments? What happened to the old Vicky?" he exclaimed.
She saw where this line of questioning was going and frowned and showed actual sadness and regret. "Timmy, that Vicky doesn't exist anymore. She was cruel, vindictive without reason, and just nasty. My experiences last month taught me that I need to be a better person and found someone who would teach me how to be that." She walked over and knelt down to get on his level. "I don't expect you to forgive me ever. But I'd like you to give me a chance. If you truly don't want me as a babysitter, I'll reach out to the company I'm now a part of who would be more than willing to work with you and your parents to find a babysitter you'll like." And with that, she walked back into the living room.
"Wow, I..." Timmy started, "actually feel bad for her."
Vicky walked into the living room when her phone rang. "Yes, sir?" she asked as she already saw the caller ID. "I still have it in, yes." Immediately an extremely soft buzzing sound was heard by those who were the most attentive. As the buzzing happened, her face began to flush and she started to shiver a bit but didn't lose composure. "Thank you, sir."
"Have a good rest of your shift, Victoria. I'll see you when you get home," a man's voice said.
The end...?
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And that's all I have for this idea. Like I had intended in the file itself when working on it, this is a oneshot despite asking if it actually is the end. I don't know with this one, with that ending it really does seem to be the end as there's not much more to explore on it. There is one point of reference that I'd like to point out to credit. When describing the latex outfit that is used, this was heavily based upon some of the artwork done by the HF artist "Nimbletail" who does a lot of BDSM artwork surrounding the subgenre of pet play among other things as several pieces of their artwork contain this specific look. In terms of notes and the like, that's all I have for this story idea.
On to new story ideas, I have come up recently with 3 new ideas which will be added to the backlog and may not enter visibility for you guys for a while. For these three there are two lewd and one non-lewd ideas. They seem to be fun ideas and I do look forward to exploring them. As for existing ideas, I'm still working through that backlog slowly but surely.
On to real life stuff. As this was a lewd chapter, I think it's ok to talk about it. I picked up the h-VN game "Childhood Friends with Benefits" by Orcsoft again. I left off at a point in chapter 1 but hadn't completed it. It's just another one of those games that you have stuck on your backlog that you want to get done. I recently got my hands on both Judgement and Lost Judgement for PS4 and I've been trying to work my way through those; as they are Yakuza spin-off games, I expect they'll take at least 30+ hours to complete each especially since the side stories is what distracts me from completing the main story. Speaking of Yakuza games, I'm still playing Yakuza 3 Remastered, at least I'm on chapter 6 of 12 so I'm almost half-way done with the game. My manga backlog hasn't grown but it hasn't gotten any smaller, work wiping me out hasn't helped with that. Doesn't help that we're short staffed due to reasons I won't go into but damn is it burning me out and it's making me unhappy.
But that's all I got in the way of updates this time around. Anon tip jar addresses are in my bio. Let me know what you thought about this idea in the usual places. I'll see you next time in whatever I decide to put out next.