The Programmer: Chapter Three

With Jason's help, Evan and Maribel were soon in the basement. Barbie strapped them into the chairs, placing metal helmets over their heads. Jason fondled one of Maribel's tits.

"Hands off, Honey," Barbie snapped. "You know she's property. Mommy will take care of you soon."

"Yes, Mommy," Jason said, sulking and sitting on a nearby couch. "Is she going to twitch?"

"She will," Barbie assured him. "I know you like that part."

"Brain like eggs," Jason said and laughed. "Scrambled!"

Once the couple were strapped in and the machine began to hum, Barbie slid off her dress and bent over in front of Jason. She wagged her naked cunt in his face and Jason groaned.

"Pussy."

"Get that big hard incest dick ready for Mommy," Barbie said and parted her legs.

"It's hard, Mommy," Jason said.

"Of course it is, sweet boy. Mommy's good boy."

She backed up and slid her wet cunt down her son's shaft, taking him deep as Jason's big hands groped her melons.

"Mommy loves your big cock, baby," she whispered. "Do you want Mommy to ride it for you?"

"Ride it, Mommy," Jason breathed as he squeezed her tits. "Such good pussy."

Barbie slowly ground her cunt against him, his thick shaft hitting all the special spots she loved. As they fucked, Evan and Maribel twitched and jerked in the chairs, occasionally groaning in discomfort as the machine adjusted their brainwaves to a more receptive frequency. It was a beautiful thing to watch.

***

Evan jolted out of bed, his feet hitting the hardwood floor as he grasped his head. The room was dim, lit only by a pair of table lamps. Everything felt fuzzy like he was drunk and slow.

On the foot of the bed, he found a pair of Speedos and a tank top. He slipped them on to cover his nudity and clutched his head. The door opened, spilling bright light across the room that made him shield his eyes.

A woman stepped inside and shut the door. He knew her. The weird lady from the park.

"I see you've put on the outfit I left for you," she said.

"Y… yes, Mistress," Evan answered.

The words pummeled his mind with a flash of pleasure so intense that he nearly lost his balance.

"Oh, God!" he whispered.

"It feels good to obey, doesn't it?" the woman asked.

Evan clutched his hardening cock. "So good."

"I'd like you to go downstairs," she said. "I've made breakfast."

"Yes, Mistress."

As he passed by, she slapped him on the ass and giggled.

***

Maribel fell out of bed with a cry and backed herself into a corner. The room was dim, the only light from a single lamp on the bedside table. She clutched tightly to her nude body and looked around in confusion. She was supposed to be somewhere, with someone. Where? Who?

She stared up at a large poster of an older man. She didn't recognize him but there was something there. A memory? Something about him seemed warm and inviting, attractive even. He wasn't her normal type but she couldn't shake the feeling.

This was no time to get aroused but just looking at the picture sent a spike of pleasure straight to her cunt and she moaned. The door on the other side of the room opened. Maribel huddled in her corner as a shadow loomed in the doorway.

It shut and a woman stepped forward.

"You're awake," she said. "Put on the outfit I've left for you, please."

Maribel opened her mouth to shout at the woman, to demand answers, but all that came out was, "Yes, Mistress."

She hobbled to her feet, dropping her hands and exposing her body to the woman.

"They'll be perfect for you," the woman said as she held up a tiny bundle of fabric.

Maribel took it, unfolded it, and moaned. It was a French maid's costume and a slutty one. On the bed were a pair of big heels and a set of stockings. There were no panties.

Maribel put on the clothes and stood blushing in front of the woman.

"Just one more piece," she said and jingled a weird mess of leather and metal. The woman knelt and said, "Leg up."

Maribel lifted her foot. The woman slid a leather strap up it, then did the same to her other foot. She pulled the leather straps up to Maribel's crotch, paused, and fiddled with the thing. Maribel gasped as a rubber cock slid into her pussy. She groaned out loud as the woman pushed a second one up her ass.

"Oh, God!" she cried.

The woman cinched the straps tight and clicked a lock through the metal rings.

"There we are," she said. "Holes nicely filled. How does it feel?"

"What is that?" Maribel cried and tugged at the leather straps.

"It's a chastity belt," the woman said. "Those fat toys will keep your needy little holes stimulated like they should be."

"But it hurts!" Maribel whined.

"I know, dear," the woman said and kissed her lips. "That's how it should be. A little pleasure, a little pain. Now you must be hungry."

"Can I take it off?"

"I'm afraid not. Not until you're ready. Breakfast?"

Maribel hung her head and mumbled, "Yes, Mistress."

She followed the woman down the stairs to a dining room, where two men sat. One of them seemed familiar, but not in the way the picture of the man was familiar. The picture had made her pussy feel hot. Neither of these men did.

"Cute maid," said one of the men as he shoveled an entire plate of bacon into his mouth. "I can fuck it?"

The woman patted his shoulder. "She's property, dear. Why don't you finish breakfast and go across the street to help Mrs. Arinson with her cunt?"

"I like her big tits," the baconator said. "She cries when I fuck her ass."

"As it should be," the woman said and kissed his head. "Sit," she said to Maribel. "Eat."

Maribel warily eyed the two men. The second one stared back at her with a look of confusion. The bacon gobbler pushed back his chair, belched loudly, and trundled out of the room, stroking bacon grease into his naked cock.

The woman sat with them at the table and toyed with a piece of bacon, taking small, delicate bites.

"I'm sure you have questions," she said.

Maribel and Evan shook their heads.

"Well, good," the woman said. "It seems we've successfully mulched your little brains. Well, let's not delay then."

She strode to the counter and returned with a pair of smoothies, which she set in front of them. She followed this with a little white cup filled with a couple of pills.

"Eat up," she instructed.

"Yes, Mistress," the intoned simultaneously and tossed back the pills.

Maribel's head swam as she drank the smoothie, becoming almost as hot as her pussy. Then the woman handed each of them a set of earbuds.

"You'll listen to these as you go about your work," she said. "The instructions will guide you. Let's not dawdle now."

Maribel put the earbuds into her ears. The man did the same. A sharp tone screeched, and her brain froze. She stared ahead, her mouth open, unable to move until the tone faded. When it did, a soothing music played and Maribel got up from the table.