" Well, I will be good god damned. You've got a spark, girl. Tell you what, I've already knocked poor Kayden here off my list, but I don't really have a place to stay inside the city at the moment. Why not sit yourself here on my lap, and we can discuss me staying at your place for a while as I do my work, okay?"
And as Taylor moved over, climbing into the man's lap, gasping out loud as he filled her so much that the emptiness went away, she finally realized she had never thought to ask for this mans name. Shuddering a bit at the size of him, Taylor leaned back and asked him, still rolling her hips in a way pleasing to them both.
"Ah-h, I never asked you your name, sir."
"Oh? How rude of me. You can call me Nice Guy. Now, lets see if you aren't as disappointing as sweet Kayden over there, eh girl?"
And as Taylor began to move her hips, not only to face up to the man's challenge, but to fill that bit of emptiness still niggling at her core, she wondered why she had ever thought this was a bad day at all.
Broken Doll
(Автор: DoggySoup)
"Good girl, good girl."
I repeated myself over and over stroking her wavy brown hair. She liked that, showing signs of bliss as her head melted into my abdomen.
"You're a good girl, T— You know that?"
I scolded myself mentally at the slip. She regresses too far back every time. Every time I say her name, she panics, cries, lashes out screaming. Nightmares.
A part of me took some satisfaction over this situation. I'd won. I'd proven myself the stronger person, the one who was a winner, a predator, an alpha.
At the same time, seeing her like this, practically a child in how naive her mindset had become? The false innocence? I almost felt guilty. I felt like I was taking care of her when she lost those closest to her, when she did nothing but come over and cry until she had to go home, or sleep over.
She looked up and yawned as I sat on the couch and she knelt on the floor next to me.
"Ems," she stretched out with a droopy almost smile, "I'm huuungry."
I smiled at that.
"Okay," I said, getting up as she knelt on the floor. "What's ten thousand minus three?"
"Uh, nineteen thousand, nine hundred and ninety seven?" she replied.
It was a makeshift solution to keep her mind occupied every time I was gone elsewhere or busy. I had to make her think abut something else; almost anything. Counting was the best solution. She panics when she's given books. She refuses to read at all nowadays.
I tried music once, and I had to restrain her like I do every night.
"Was I wrong?" she asked with that childlike curiosity. She caught me frowning.
"Oh, nothing at all," I replied as I pressed a few buttons on a custom clock I had designed for me. "Just keep taking threes away, okay?"
She smiled and I got up to grab the restraints and put them on. She offered token resistance, a usual part of the routine. I covered the hands to prevent clawing away at things and the mouth to prevent her choking. I did a quick sweep of the room for any sharp objects and then locked the door.
She sat there, staring at the wall counting away wearing nothing but my restraints. I couldn't suppress a smile at the scene. I won, she lost. She lost so utterly that there was no way for her to recover. So thoroughly broken that even normal clothes were trouble for her to wear. Any reminders of her old life were simply too much, human comforts becoming tortures.
She was the equivalent of a deer mount, in my mind.
I finished cooking dinner for two.
I sat next to her, keeping her firmly restrained to the chair and making sure to use plastic utensils. She was hungry and thus more focused on the food I was holding up for her than the fact she couldn't use her arms.
She practically hummed after every bite. I knew my cooking wasn't that good, but it felt nice to see her smile even as a thin tendril of sauce dripped down her chin. I wiped it off with a finger and she sucked on it softly, moaning.
I'll get her back for making me shudder, I thought.
After dinner was served, I took her to our bedroom. She didn't fight me when I led her onto the bed, then restrained her spread eagle and got ready, stripping off my clothes and putting on a strap-on.
"Hey," I said as I crawled onto her.
"Ems," she drawled out. "Are we playing?"
I kissed her as a response and moved my knee to rub her crotch. She writhed at my attention.
I pulled away and moved up to her ear and then whispered her name softly.
"Taylor."
She gasped as if a hypnotic spell was broken.
"No," she murmured. "No, don't say that!"
"Stop lying to yourself," I said as I slid my finders into her aroused sex. "Taylor, I know you are in there. Come out to play."
"No, no no! I'm not her! I'm not her! I don't wanna be her anymore!"
I couldn't hide my grin as her mouth ran off and her body reacted erotically. She arched under my fingers, trying to make them go deeper in. It was so fun to tease her. I pulled my fingers out, a tendril of juice forming between my index finger, middle finger and her mound.
"Taylor, you want to forget, do you?"
She nodded while waving her pussy around, trying to find my wet hands. I squeezed her nipples and pulled a little, making her arch more in her bindings.
"Yes! Yes I don't want to be her anymore Ems please! Please I wanna forget!"
Her begging was as frantic as it was the first time, the day I finally decided to check up on her after she stopped coming to school those years ago. The day I decided to take my trophy home with me, a reminder of who I am and where the weaklings, the losers belong.
"Well then, Taylor, I suggest you ask very nicely for me to make you forget."
She stopped, sobbing softly before stopping to recollect her will.
"P-please Emma," she began, looking at me with eyes that reeked of heartbreak. "Make me forget."
"Make who?" I asked, grinning lustfully.
She looked at the ceiling.
"Taylor Hebert. Please help Taylor Hebert forget."
I positioned myself slowly, impaling her slightly.
"If you insist," I said as I thrusted into her. She didn't climax instantly as I had worked on her for over a year. I teased her for an hour and then let her climax. The session left her too exhausted to speak.
I untied her, undressed myself and then got into bed. She whimpered as I turned off the lights but she quickly settled down in my embrace for the night.
I knew what I was doing. I was keeping the trauma too fresh to settle away and for her to regain her humanity. Her sanity wasn't going to come back, and I didn't want it to either. She was lucid; lucid enough to understand what was happening but far too deluded to fight it. She didn't want to leave, to try and become normal.
Whatever fight she had left was taken away in the asylum after I broke her, and as a result she tried to abandon everything. Everything that reminded her of her mother, or school, or her dad, or anything that brought her pain. She regressed to pretending to be a child, even at twenty years old.
She even greeted me like an old friend, and when I saw that look I knew I had to take her with me. She was lying, denying her situation.
Not that the staff noticed. I just confirmed it and took her out to stay with an old friend. They didn't even check up on her.
She's mine, and I'm not letting go of my little broken doll.
Spoiler
Mindbreak!Taylor and Emma, from Emma's POV. It's called Broken Doll.
I liked the idea of Taylor undergoing a hentai style mind break, so I wrote one.
Titan
(Автор: Gideon 020)
Prologue: Lab Work
"Are you sure this is safe?" Taylor Hebert asked nervously as she eyed the sprayers set up in the corners of the section of basement as the one who convinced her to come along and take part fiddled with a laptop, "And why the hell did you have me strip? It's freezing down here!"
The petite Japanese girl fiddling with the laptop shrugged as her fingers danced , "Sorry about that; the heater was broken so I just took it apart and used the gas connection to help with the burners and incinerators. And yes, it's completely safe. Baka-Taylor, I told you; the drug that is going to be sprayed is completely safe, non-addictive, and shouldn't cause that much pain when it takes effect."
"Pain?" Taylor's head snapped over to stare at the girl with wide eyes behind her glasses, "What was that about pain?"
"Well..." The Japanese teen scratched the back of her head and Taylor's eyes narrowed at the sheepish expression on her face, "Maybe the lab animals I found all had some pretty high pain reactions. But!" She held up a hand to forestall the coming protest, "That's because their pleasure centres aren't as developed as the one in a human brain is. In fact, I'm quite certain that once it hits your nervous system you'll be feeling more pleasure than pain."
"Remind me again. Why exactly am I doing this Noriko Ida? What insane thought possessed me to agree to letting you use an untested-"
"Animal tested! Humanely too!" Noriko piped up as her fingers continued to dance on the keyboard.
"...untested on humans Tinker-tech strength and durability-enhancing drug that will supposedly let me fight at a mid to high Brute rating with a regenerative factor that ignores things like conservation of mass and energy when in effect. Why, oh why, did I agree to this?"
Noriko looked up from the keyboard, the harsh lights from the ceiling casting the long scar over the left side of her face into stark relief as she adjusted her eye-patch, "Because you became my friend when I was the new student and I helped you with your bullies."
Taylor glanced away at that. Noriko Ida was a nice person but she had never held any truth to her tales of being the daughter of a former Yakuza hit-man who ran away with his boss' daughter. Then when Emma had started to pick on her after Noriko brought a packed lunch from home containing what Taylor had assumed was Japanese food, the petite brunette had taken one of the steel chopsticks and slammed it right between the fingers of the hand Emma had placed on the table.
Taylor could still remember that sweet smile on the one-eyed girl's face as she drew close to Emma's pale one. She was also just close enough to hear Noriko whisper, "Don't fuck with someone who can fuck back harder and better than you. Fuck off, before I ruin you."
That was the day, Taylor remembered, that the ABB kids at Winslow stopped trying to recruit the scarred, eye-patched girl as well. She sighed, "Okay, you got me there, but I'm pretty sure that's only to help you in the lab. Why me for a test-subject?"
Noriko giggled, "Isn't it obvious? I can't test the effect of my serum on my powers because I need to be a baseline. A control sample. You're the only human I know that I can trust not to talk about this, and you're the only person with powers that I know." She shrugged, "It'll be educational, seeing how this serum will interact with a Master power like your bug control. Did I ever thank you for revealing your secret to me?"
Taylor shrugged, "You revealed you were a Tinker first...it didn't feel right to leave you in the dark." She looked at the sprayers again, "Okay, run me through this. What is going to happen?"
"Well, first you'll place your glasses in the plastic container so they don't get the chemicals on them. Once that happens the sprayers will activate and begin spraying you down. The marked position is the position best calculated to provide total body coverage for the serum to have an evenly distributed rate of growth for your muscles and skeletal structure. Now, according to my animal tests, this is where it will get interesting."
"Interesting how?" Taylor inquired as she placed her glasses in the container as Noriko stood up and walked over to a large chemical canister, probably taken from the Rail Yards or one of the ruined factories near there. As Noriko quickly began turning a knob before walking away to resume typing, Taylor watched as rust-coloured liquid began to flow through a clear hose and into the pumping system for the sprayers.
"Take your position Taylor. And it's interesting because of how uneven it will be. The skeleton will primarily elongate certain bones in the arms and legs, while thickening them along with your spine and ribcage. This thankfully means that you're not going to walking around with basically meat-balloons on your body but actual muscle that is going to be pretty damn heavy."
She tapped a button and a holographic projector made from scavenged (Taylor also imagined more than a few things in the lab were also made from stolen goods or even stolen outright) materials displayed a 3D model of Taylor. Luckily, the projection was close enough to allow Taylor to see it clearly without her glasses as Noriko continued.
"Skeletal growth is...random. I can't pin down exactly how much taller you'll be. At the lower end of the scale you'll likely be about six-foot even, perhaps six-five." The model grew taller to match another model marked 'Adult Male', and so far it seemed fairly normal, although Taylor could easily see just how long her arms and legs were stretched.
"Ick, as if I didn't get enough taunts about my figure as it was." Taylor complained with a grimace before smirking at the sound of Noriko's musical laughter.
"Don't worry, it will make the muscles look somewhat proportional, but that's the second point. I can't give you an exact ratio of growth for your muscles." The model of Taylor began to shift as various muscle groups began to swell and push outwards while Taylor felt out the area with a group of bugs.
So far Noriko's neighbourhood was quiet. Hopefully that would remain that way while this experiment was under way before Noriko's voice brought Taylor's attention back to her, "Minimum rate of expansion and density increase is confirmed to be around the 100-percent mark, but you could be seeing a possible two to even six hundred-percent increase in total mass and density."
As the computer-Taylor grew to emphasise the difference, the real Taylor felt a little uneasy, "I kind wish my breasts would grow too. Do you think you could-"
"Nope. That one is way too dangerous to give you."
Taylor pouted, "It can't be that dangerous can it?"
"I dunno," Noriko replied in a deadpan tone as she glanced up, "Do you consider your breasts exploding to not be a health risk?" Taylor wondered if her face as green as she felt, and saw Noriko's nod as confirmation, "Yeah. I'll probably work on it, but right now I want to make sure I can use this on you without killing you either."
