Farkle never quite let go of his obsession with Maya and Riley. No he did not. Even after marriage to Isadora Smackle. Farkle remained obsessed with the both of them. He hid it. He never publicly said anything to anyone. Even when he had dreams about the two of them he tried his best not to do anything in those dreams in case of him saying anything out loud while he was dreaming.
Of course all this pushing his feelings away from himself just lead to them intensifying. Until finally one day he snapped. He was going to fuck Maya. He was going to fuck Riley. He sat in labs doing overtime trying to create a device.A device to control minds and have them cater to every single need the user ever wanted them to. There were prototypes he could base his work on so it wasn't from the ground up. And he had no problems getting to even the earliest of attempts in the 1950's.
With decades of prototypes to base his work on and his genius he very quickly had a prototype of his own working. But it was only a start. It was a massive machine built by robots. Unable to be moved anywhere. You'd have to bring the person into the machine itself and Farkle wasn't going to be able to get Maya or Riley to just show up here in this random warehouse he had acquired through not at all shady means.
But he would be able to bring his wife. She would be his test subject. She would be his willing test subject since she did like the idea of being controlled sexually.
Farkle used the usual "It's classified" approach when his wife would ask why this was a thing.
He got her in the machine and turned it on and it did its thing.
The door reopened when it was done.
"Are you going to cater to my every need and want?" Farkle asked.
"Yes." Isadora said.
"Fucking awesome." He said. "Get naked." He said and watched as his wife got naked in front of him as he had commanded. It wasn't a strip show or anything. Farkle would have to work on the emotions part slowly but for now this was a great start.
He walked around his naked wife. No reaction. He had her under his control.
He sat on a chair he had conveniently placed close to him. He pulled his pants down. Again no reaction. He would have to be telling her what to do.
"Suck my cock." He said. The movements were a bit robotic. Again Farkle would work on that.
His wife slowly sucked up and down his cock. Up and down his mind controlled wife went on his cock. It was great.
"Go faster." He said and she did. "Suck harder." He said and she did. Every single whim he had she would be taking care of.
"Stop!" He said. And she did stop immediately.
She stayed on her knees in front of him. Farkle smacked his cock on her nose a few times. There was no reaction really but she did follow his cock with her eyes.
"Ride my cock." He said. She got up. She got herself positioned on him so that she was steadily on the chair and was ready to have his cock inside of her and then she went down taking his cock inside of her.
This made Farkle realize it really did need some emotional work. Because with her on his cock like this without emotion it really wasn't amazing. When she was in a normal state she would be kissing him while she was riding his cock. In this state she just kind of stared straight ahead. He didn't even bother asking him to kiss her because it probably wouldn't feel that good. That and if she was kissing him he wouldn't be able to speak and tell her to stop.
He came inside of her and it was no surprise that she just kept riding his cock all the way through his orgasm. Not stopping to pull off or not stopping to take it deep inside of her.
He told her to stop. He told her to clean up herself. He told her to get dressed. He told her to get back into the machine.
It reversed the effects and interestingly enough she didn't remember any of it but Farkle assured her that it worked well and he would need her again once he made some adjustments to it.
