Elena's POV
Master’s c*m still coated my tongue as we drove home from the mall. My body buzzed from the relentless vibrations inside me, and my mind felt fractured. I was Elena, his sister… but that identity was slipping away with every command. “Master,” I whispered, nuzzling his thigh, “your sister-slave needs more.”
Victor stroked my hair. “Good girl. Repeat the mantra.”
“My mind and body exist only to worship and pleasure your c**k,” I said obediently, the words feeling more natural each time. The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra.
At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice gu
