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He led her back towards the equipment shed, all the while waiting for the complaints or criticism over his chosen course of action. \n\n\t“So. We need to talk?” He finally asked once they got there\n\n\t“Yeah?” Des nodded meekly looking up and tilting her head a bit.\n\n\t“No, you said we need to talk.” Arty sighed.\n\n\t“Y-yeah. I did. Yeah.” The beaver girl bit her big bucked teeth into her lower lip and sighed. She gripped her arm tight and looked up at him nervously “About what you did to me. That… thing. You know, the thing. The thing that made me act all, wrong.” Her right arm squeezed her left forearm tight and pulled it in to her body. Her paw curled, fingers twitching as they swayed back and forth over her thighs.\n\n\tArty could see the effort she was exerting, and he felt the knot in his stomach. It was stupid to think this would not or could not catch up with him. Yet looking at her now the reality of what he did was just starting to hit.\n\n\t“I… It’s a long story.” He sighed “And I’m not sure of everything. I know something went wrong. I think. Look this was my project, but it’s not all ‘my’ project if you get what I mean.”\n\n\t“I don’t.” Des muttered “I kinda assume it has something to do with sensory overload and some form of fast pavlovian conditioning.” She looked away as Arty’s confused eyes bored into her. “I… I read up on what might have happened last night. It sounds really fucked up. And… hot.” she muttered the last word sheepishly before gazing up and staring daggers at the boy.\n\n\t“Look.” Arty sighed “I wasn’t trying to do anything too serious, ok? My big sister works with this big time research lab as part of her college classes and she’s been refining a ‘personal project’ that some of the people there are into. I don’t know all the details, but she’s been having me work on altering a VR headset to help it meet her specs, so I kinda figured it’d make a good project. Maybe shut you up a bit too.” He watched her face. He expected the shock, the horror, the indignation at her violation. He didn’t expect the motes of lust and curiosity which came with it.\n\n\t“I took one of the program templates she had set up, one of the things that had the name of some class mate she talks about a lot, and I kinda started editing it. I didn’t mess with anything I didn’t understand but, well, I know nothing I put in there was going to make you get hurt. And I can’t imagine my sis would hurt anyone. The truth is, I figured it would be all done with by the time you came to again. Maybe without any memory. That probably sounds kinda fucked up, huh?”\n\n\t“Yeah.” Des muttered as her nose flared a bit, her whole body tensed, her chest heaving as she took a half step towards him and stopped still.\n\n\t\t“Maybe it would help if you told me just what was going on with you. I mean, what was happening last night.” Arty muttered\n\n\t“I’d rather not.” Des muttered\n\n\t“Yeah but if I know, then maybe I can help” The rat sighed softly.\n\n\t“It’s kind of embarrassing.” Des whimpered. By now her face crimson under her fur.\n\n\t“Just tell me.” The rat was shocked at the force in his own voice as he snapped. Even more so at the way the girl jumped fearfully. At the sudden awkward and somehow nasal moan that slipped from her lips. \n\n\tThe goth girl glanced up at him and took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves. Then a few more. She seemed to be getting… agitated… at the demanding gaze she was under. Finally with one large heaving breath she pushed her arm away from her skirt and looked him in the eye.\n\n\t“I’m aroused, ok? What you did to me. Whatever it was it turns me on. I spent all of last night staying up reading things. First trying to figure out what all of the sounds and images were supposed to do. Which got me reading up on hypnosis, that led into neurology, then to some old cartoon videos with hypnosis and brainwashing stuff. By the end of it I was reading up on the history of Wonder Woman’s creation. And all the while I was… I…” Her fist balled up again. It had drifted back before the front of her skirt while she spoke. The knuckles turned white and her wrist rolled haplessly trying to bleed out thee nervous energy that overwhelmed her.\n\n\t“Jesus.” Arty blinked “You what? You didn’t do anything too bad did you? I mean you’re not hurt, right?”\n\n\t“I jilled off!” She yelled the words. Yelled loudly enough that both of them instinctively looked around in fear that someone might have heard. Des turned and let more hair fall in front of her face trying like hell to hide. Her tail thudded and rump wiggled while trying to keep herself contained.\n\n\tArty wasn’t too familiar with arousal in girls. Not real arousal anyways. He had seen enough porn. Anime and real. This was different. All awkward and jerky moves. Her body heaving and hefting while she tried like hell to contain or control herself amid the feeling of those eyes on her. He took a step forward and heard her yelp. The boy felt fear. He also felt something else. Something he didn’t quite recognize. Something he wanted to feel more.\n\n\tArty made his way slowly and carefully up to Des. He lifted a hand up to other shoulder, let it hoverer for a long moment and then finally placed it down firmly in place. She yelped and tried to squirm away a bit. He held firm, and after the spasm she calmed and slumped helpless to do more than mutter and cast sidelong glances over her shoulder.\n\n\t“I feel weak.” Des finally sighed “Weak and scared, and horny. All the time. I did… that thing… all night last night…”\n\n\t“What thing?” Arty felt hi voice crack as he asked. It wasn’t the confident demand he knew it should be. But it was apparently enough to draw a fresh moan\n\n\t“I came. I jilled of. A lot. I watched porn and touched myself. Or watched porn and rode my bed post. Cute girls. Gothy girls, e-girls, anime. I don’t even know how I thought to look at them. Every time I tried to get away with it and keep my mind busy with something else” She shook her head and started to turn back to him with big, nervous, confused eyes. “It’s getting so hard to control myself. I need you to do something Arty. Please. I’ll do whatever you want I just, I need help.”\n\n\tHe almost said yes. He almost said no. Some noble part of Arty thought he should just tell his sister and get this whole thing sorted out. No more meddling and messing, no more attempts that he knew would end up screwing things up.\n\n\t“How do you know I won’t make it worse?” The boy stepped forwards and puffed his scrawny grey furred chest out. One ear folding back as he tried his best to look intimidating. \n\n\tHe failed. Or at least felt like he failed. He simply couldn’t be intimidating. And yet she cowered. And yet she flinched back. And yet the girl moaned and shook her head and tried like hell to keep herself standing when the moan finally slipped out of her lips. “I… you might. I know that.” She whimpered “I don’t care.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt had been a few days. Things had not calmed down. Not at all. If anything the whole experience had utterly devastated her normal schedule. Instead the gothy girl found herself lingering around the school library resisting the urge to go in. She’d find herself lingering over the book case when she got home, or flipping the TV channels idly until stopping on some geeky Sci-fi or fantasy show. The night before last Des had spent reading up about and experimenting with the concept of edging. The idea of rubbing herself and masturbating to near orgasm for hours. It started out simply as some idle curiosity of why she might feel the near constant compulsion for masturbation.\n\n\tThen she’d spent three hours that day edging while watching Adventure Time and looking up porn of the characters on her phone. It only stopped when her mother got home and she was tempted to simply move the whole proceedings up to the bedroom at that time. It was only the text that stopped her. Arty. The dumb rat who’d gotten her into all of this. He told her to turn on the web cam and conference with him. A small part of the beaver felt upset. She felt a gnawing rage at the simple fact that he was posting to her, that he had the audacity to make demands after what he’d done, even if he was the only one who could help her.\n\n\tIt didn’t stop her from obeying. Before she really knew what as happening the teen found herself slumped into her overly expensive pink gaming chair from before she’d decided to go goth. Long black hair slicked over her face and lacy black bra the only clothing she wore. It was embracing, and he hadn’t told her to. But then that was part of the point.\n\n\t“You there?” Arty’s voice sounded so much more commanding somehow over the headset. Des slumped down into her chair and nodded. Her toes curled as she looked at the mostly blank discord screen and the little anime character that represented Arty when he spoke. The two remained quiet for a long while. Des fidgeting and squirming. Her ample chest heaving in the bra while anxiety clutched at it squeezing in an oppressive icy claw.\n\n\t“I can’t see you.” Arty noted\n\n\t“Oh. Sorry.” She muttered. The light on her webcam flickering on a few moments later putting a small window of herself up hovering in one corner of the screen.\n\n\t“So, uh, where’s yours?” Des muttered ‘Your web cam, I mean. You have one too, right?”\n\n\t“I didn't say I was gonna use mine, right?” His words firm. Something about them curled Des’ legs under her chair and caused her to grip the arm rests firmly. Her whole body jolted with an odd electricity that she simply could not hide.\n\n\t“Joking. I’m joking.” Arty sighed “It’s got some kind of driver issue, I’ll start it when I reinstall. This happens a lot. So, have things gotten any better?”\n\n\tDes scowled. He knew they hadn’t. He had to know. The very fact that he’d ask felt like some kind of sick trap from some horny, scrawny nerd boy who’d already fucked with her head. And now he was going to do it more. She looked at the VR headset he’d given her to take home yesterday. It was already hooked up to the computer. Waiting for him to send a program. Images flashed though the goth girls mind. Images of her own body, like the one in the camera. The heavy plastic helm on her face as she was once again tossed into a sea of sensation. Another layer of her old self stripped and peeled away in favor of this… whatever it was happening to her. \n\n\tArty cleared his throat firmly. The sound forced Des to look back up at the camera again sucking a terrified little breath. Arty laughed at it, at her. “Ok so you need to tell me just how long you’ve spent masturbating today.” The clinical question tinged with a hint of what she imagined to be malice.\n\n\tDes whimpered and leaned back into her chair. Already she could feel her hand running along the black lace of her panties. Her fingers seeming to have gained a mind of her own so that all she could do was crush them between her thighs and lean forwards to keep herself a bit more out of shot. “I.. I haven’t cum yet today, if that’s what you’re asking.” the girl hissed ruefully. Another small chuckle in her headphones caused her to lower down and wince angrily. It sounded far dumber, far more defensive as she said it. Her finger pulled back away from between her legs now slicked with a touch of moisture that left her utterly self conscious.\n\n\t“Doesn’t mean you haven’t touched yourself now does it?” Arty asked, the question now turning playful.\n\n\t“Fine. Not long, I guess. Like. Thirty minutes? Forty five?” She slumped and buried her head as best she could under the mop of black hair. “Two hours?” The statement was quiet. She hoped against hope the boy wouldn’t hear.\n\n\tAn odd murr suggested to her that he had. The eyes still on her body felt so wrong and shameful. It was an absolute nightmare feeling this vulnerable and the worst part was that she wanted more. Something that had to be born of whatever the machine had done to her. She looked back at the helmet and then up to the screen still absent the rat boy at the other end. “How long does it take you to reinstall drivers?” Des snapped.\n\n\t“Not long” Arty replied “The first and second time. This third try though seems to be hanging. I’m starting to think I need to buy a new cam at this point.”\n\n\tAs he said it, a video popped up in the discord chat. A link. She didn’t even have to click it to tell what it was. Some cute schoolgirl wrapped up in chains. Tears in her eyes and her breasts exposed. Des looked at the thumbnail for what felt like minutes before gazing back at Arty, at the camera, in disgust. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she hissed quietly\n\n\t“Getting a control baseline.” Arty said simply. I mean you don’t want this to get any worse do you? If I’m going to figure out how to fix what my sister did then I’m going to need data.”\n\n\t“It’s what you did” Des snapped “And how can you gather data without any testing equipment on me?”\n\n\t“Just click the link.” Something in his voice. Something in his tone felt wrong. Terrifyingly, wonderfully wrong. Des told herself it was part just her mind playing tricks. Some quirk of the headphones or speakers or something.\n\n\t“Yes Si- er… Ok. Fine. But you better not be recording this.” Des snapped.\n\n\tClicking the link had exactly the reaction her body expected. Shrill Japanese screams and subtitles begging whoever it was tying her up to stop. A predictably large, or at least she assumed it was large, anime dick slammed into the girls mouth, choking her and silencing her to muffled screams.\n\n\tDes didn’t even realize her paws were moving. Some minutes into the video she was simply aware of it. One roughly groping and tugging at her breast flesh in poor imitation of a selfish lover seeking to inflict wonderful discomfort. The other pushing in slow circles around the surface of her panties. She heard the girl screaming out and crying with phrases that she didn’t recognize but which had all the same become somehow familiar after hours of watching subbed hentai.\n\n\tIt was something she’d been missing. Hentai. She hadn’t gotten any today. Of all the indulgences that had begun consuming Des’ life over the past few days it had become one of the biggest. She’d look it up in the school bathroom, in the library, in the gym lockers. The idea of edging was one thing, but Hentai. It was something she simply couldn’t do without.\n\n\tCheap drawings of the typical anime girl with tears staining her muzzle caused the trembling girl to drool. Her self inflicted aggression growing as she writhed and whimpered. Her paws were out of her own control and for a moment she wondered if the video was laced with subliminals itself.\n\n\tBut no. It couldn’t’ be. Nothing that subtle would really work on her. Especially not in this state, not with her own grunting cutting though most of what the head phones were supposed to cover. Not with the ugly bestial sounds rising in her throat or the twisted little whines almost mirroring the too-perfect doll of a girl on the screen.\n\n\tThe camera shifted to show the owner of that cock. An overly busty futanari in some outlandish dominatrix outfit. Her own equally impossible body curving and arching with every thrust showing no regard for the girl under her.\n\n\t“F-fucking yummy futa cock.” Des whined. She drank in the scenes, the degrading words of the subtitles. Her now hyperactive mind ran though the list of things she’d learned so far might deepen or trigger whatever hypnotic state she’d been brainwashed with. Nothing came to mind. Even as she lewdly mashed her big tits together and felt one find its way out of her bra nothing at all came to mind as to what might be making her do this from simply watching the video. It was a disappointment, much to her horror. The search going from a worried list she hoped to avoid… to something some dark part of her longed to find even in some small dose.\n\n\tEyes went up again from the video. Another camera feed shown. This time one all too familiar. Arty. The rat boy in his room with his cock out of his boxers. It was big, bigger than she’d imagined it would be. The shaft was already slicked with pre and the boy had his legs spread wriggling in his own chair and jerking.\n\n\tShe could tell from the way he looked at his screen that his eyes weren’t on the hentai. They were on her. All on her. He’d already violated her once, even if just her mind. Now he had it in him to do it again. Looking her over like some sex doll. Looking at her the way she looked at that hentai. The way she wanted the bound girl, wanted to be the bound girl. Wanted to be ravaged like the bound girl in the most degrading and embarrassing and shameful ways.\n\n\tShe looked at the helmet. The thing he’d given her. The thing she’d spent hours setting up. The thing he could have been using right at this very moment to rape her mind. Yes, that’s what it was. Rape. Raping her thoughts. Shoving new programs he barely understood into her eyes and ears and warping her even further. Des didn’t say it but she thought it. Looking back up to him she was sure she could see some strong seed in her eyes. Some crushing weight. Maybe it was imagined. She didn’t care. If he told her to Des knew in that moment that she’d put the helmet on. That she’d happily jill herself off until her brain was a melted puddle or whatever else he decided to do with her. Dozens upon dozens of scenarios in racing thoughts that only now she was willing to admit to herself all while the futa dominatrix on screen prepared to mount and fuck the virgin bunny girl in her tight helpless bondage.\n\n\t“Cum.” Des muttered\n\n\tShe saw Arty’s head tilt and grin widen. He scooted out and spread his rump cheeks giving her a full display of everything he had down there, letting her watch the precum drip from his tip.\n\n\t“Let me cum, Please.” Des muttered. Burning shame welled up in her chest and ran down her spine. It was awful, it was the worst and she shouldn't do it and that’s why she needed to. She needed to cum, and she didn’t want to. She wanted it to be up to him. She wanted him to stop it, to take it away, to make her stop.\n\n\t“No.” Arty said simply, his eyes narrowing.\n\n\t“B-but…”\n\n\t“No.” He said again. Some small part of Des’ mind told her he sounded unsure. Scared, confused. Not at all confident. She didn’t care. Her hands moved away from between her legs and off of her now exposed breasts. She sat there watching the clip end, looking back at the rat boy and at her own heaving blushing disgraced body placed side by side on the screen. The pair may as well have been some fucked up porn vid leaked on the net. The disassociation of it all, her own helplessness, the utter disgrace and the frustration as she was left with burning needs she couldn’t fill and a head full of confused yearning all blended like water colors as she watched him stroke and finger, watched him slowly stroke himself off on to the floor, towards the monitor. \n\n\tOn to her… if only vicariously.\n\n\tSpent, the rat slumped back down and panted. He struggled himself back up to sitting and looked back at the camera. His cheeks flushed hard under his fur.\n\n\t“Y-you’re an asshole.” Des muttered as she started to fix her bra. Arty shot her a look and she stopped, instead looking down sheepishly and offering a tiny growl of defiance.\n\n\tThe boy finally caught his breath. He wiped up his cum on a nearby dirty sock and began typing again. Soon she had a file waiting for her in her discord window. The beaver dug her cummy fingers into her arm rests and sucked in a scared breath at the sight.\n\n\t“Here. Now we’ll see if that helps at all. But no cumming.” Arty muttered “oh, and tomorrow is Saturday, right? Look, I hate to say it but if you want to keep up this goth thing, I really think we need to get you some help with it.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tDes fiddled with the latch to the dressing room and once again stepped her way out. It all felt rather normal, at least on the surface. Gone was the overly elaborate lace dress, the expensive boots, the black lace bridal gloves. She stepped out of the dressing room in a red plaid skirt studded by safety pins and a set of white-and-black knee socks along with matching arm warmers. The top had been replaced with a Rick and Morty shirt, and a pair of black thick-framed glasses sat on her muzzle. The last part especially odd feeling since she already had contacts in.\n\n\t“Ok, so, is this any better?” the beaver muttered as she looked at the two waiting figures.\n\n\tArty seemed to perk up. The rat boy’s simple jeans and hoodie removed most of the odd mystique of him that haunted her dreams the night before. Wet dreams, dreams that saw her waking up humping one of her pillows and only barely managing to stop herself. Still, his eyes on her were quite a heavy weight on their own. Watching intently as she got dressed up like some kind of stupid doll.\n\n\t“Eh, it’s not too bad.” Another girl chirped. The tabby who’d come along with them, Rain, had done much of the talking since they got to the mall. It was particularly annoying since she’d spent so much time thinking about what Arty might have planned for them there. \n\n\tThe cat girl in the collar and loose hanging cut off tee barely covering her modest chest got up and paced around Des a few times, much to the annoyance of the beaver. It was a judgment, just like anything else she’d done since they got here. Des could imagine a thousand little errors or corrections the other girl might somehow see in her posture, her cloths selection, the way she had worn it. Never mind that the beaver had virtually no say in the matter. Every single item had been picked by the pair thus far and all she’d done was try it on while the girl behind the counter looked at the trio and snickered.\n\n\t“Ok, well, this one’s not as bad.” Rain muttered “You still don’t look great yet. But at least you don’t look like a freaking poser. Do ya miss tits?”\n\n\tDes felt her fists ball up and glanced over at Arty as if the rat would come to her defense. Instead he simply snickered, and Des was left to nurse a twinge of unwanted pleasure at how her, how the stupid rat boy hadn’t bothered to come to her aid after forcing her into this situation.\n\n\tRain rolled her eyes and moved in between the two, grinning a Cheshire grin. “Look, you’re the one who wanted to play goth in the first place, ‘Desdemona’. you’re the one who did everything wrong because you were still carrying too much prep in you to ask us for help. Not my fault if unlearning all the bigger fuck-ups is hard.”\n\n\t“I think it’s cute.” Arty snickered “Defiantly should go with that one. Though how does it feel with…”\n\n\tDes blushed furiously and looked down at the ground. She pinched the edges of the skirt and lifted it up. A cheap chastity belt, the kind one found on Amazon if they really went looking. The thing was a bit too tight. The pad locks were annoying as heck to deal with and always seemed to be thudding on the metal in a way that reminded her she was locked up. She glanced up at the two of them. Rain trying not to snicker, Arty holding up the chain for the key now held around his neck.\n\n\t“Is it comfy?” Rain giggled, taking a step back to look at it.\n\n\t“S-shut up.” Des muttered letting the thing drop. She walked over to the books and grabbed up a few. A Poe collection, a set of Johnny Vasquez comics, a few other things she didn’t quite recognize. She hugged the books to her chest and glared at Arty. “You’re paying for these too, along with the cloths.” She muttered firmly\n\n\t“Jeeze, and after I got the other thing overnight shipped. Man dad always said girls can be hell on the wallet growing up.” Arty muttered\n\n\tRain rolled her eyes and sighed. She walked up behind the other girl and put a hand on each shoulder, leaning in and growling “Man, I did not picture you to be the type of prep who’d go this far just because she likes a boy. Especially arty?” The girl giggled\n\n\tDes felt her cheeks burning furiously at that. She tried to roll her shoulder enough to shrug the girl off but it barely responded. Years of confidence and control seemed to be draining by the day. She was confused, scared, trapped, and oh so very horny.\n\n\t“Well we got the hair cut, the cloths, and I guess a few books too, right?” Arty chimed happily as he looked at the two girls “Admittedly a bit more than I expected to pay but hey, money well spent if it makes you two gals happy. Especially you Des.”\n\n\t“Yeah but something’s still wrong.” Rain muttered “You don’t look like a poser anymore, but you sure as hell sound like one.”\n\n\t“I’m not a poser.” Desdemona snapped\n\n\t“Really? You have the same name as the chick from gargoyles. How is that not posery?” Rain grinned and glanced up at Arty “oh thanks for recommending that one to me by the way. You’re right. Disney’s streaming service isn’t really the worst.”\n\n\t“Will you knock it off?” the beaver chirped “Gothy girls change their names all the time. Or do you think I’m so ‘preppy’ that I forgot your real name ‘Julia’?” The newly transformed, or at least more refined and real goth girl turned and glared down her other tormenter. All the fury she felt she should be directing at arty now focused like a laser on the tabby who took it all with a giggle.\n\n\tRain pranced around Des one more time and looked her over. This time it was a more serious assessment, a closer critique meant to judge rather than annoy. She stopped in front of her once more, leaned up over one shoulder, and looked over at Arty. “I got it!” she yipped happily.\n\n\t“Got what?” the beaver muttered “How about you tell me if you think you know a better name for me to go by. It’s my decision after all.”\n\n\tRain said nothing. Arty said nothing. Both of them looked at her silently. Des slumped down and hid her face behind her books, her shoulders drooping helplessly, and bit back a moan.\n\n\t“She does kinda have a point, Rain.” Arty muttered “I mean I am pretty curious just what you have in mind.”\n\n\t“Well.” Rain murred. The feline leaned back and barely caught herself on the edge of the counter, letting her lithe body rest on full display for the two and looking them both over for a long moment as if to draw in the mood before some profound and enlightened revelation.\n\n\t“How about Winter”.\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Joint Project Part 2
By TerraMGP

\tArty wasn’t about to disagree when Des suggested they find somewhere else to talk. His head was still racing. This was wrong, and it could go so very utterly wrong for him if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t concentrate for any of his classes, especially the few he shared with Des. Every glance or stray comment felt like it was about him, about her, about something being wrong or off. None of them were, naturally. His rational mind knew it. There was no way anyone could see the change in the ‘fake goth’ girl this quickly.

\tBut they would.

\tIt fell on the rat boy to find a place for them to talk. Des was waiting for him after school out by the door towards the back filed, but she didn’t say or do much of anything. Her posture was different. The normally aloof prep-in-dressup behaviors had shifted to a quiet, sullen slump with her eyes cast firmly on the ground. He led her back towards the equipment shed, all the while waiting for the complaints or criticism over his chosen course of action.

\t“So. We need to talk?” He finally asked once they got there

\t“Yeah?” Des nodded meekly looking up and tilting her head a bit.

\t“No, you said we need to talk.” Arty sighed.

\t“Y-yeah. I did. Yeah.” The beaver girl bit her big bucked teeth into her lower lip and sighed. She gripped her arm tight and looked up at him nervously “About what you did to me. That… thing. You know, the thing. The thing that made me act all, wrong.” Her right arm squeezed her left forearm tight and pulled it in to her body. Her paw curled, fingers twitching as they swayed back and forth over her thighs.

\tArty could see the effort she was exerting, and he felt the knot in his stomach. It was stupid to think this would not or could not catch up with him. Yet looking at her now the reality of what he did was just starting to hit.

\t“I… It’s a long story.” He sighed “And I’m not sure of everything. I know something went wrong. I think. Look this was my project, but it’s not all ‘my’ project if you get what I mean.”

\t“I don’t.” Des muttered “I kinda assume it has something to do with sensory overload and some form of fast pavlovian conditioning.” She looked away as Arty’s confused eyes bored into her. “I… I read up on what might have happened last night. It sounds really fucked up. And… hot.” she muttered the last word sheepishly before gazing up and staring daggers at the boy.

\t“Look.” Arty sighed “I wasn’t trying to do anything too serious, ok? My big sister works with this big time research lab as part of her college classes and she’s been refining a ‘personal project’ that some of the people there are into. I don’t know all the details, but she’s been having me work on altering a VR headset to help it meet her specs, so I kinda figured it’d make a good project. Maybe shut you up a bit too.” He watched her face. He expected the shock, the horror, the indignation at her violation. He didn’t expect the motes of lust and curiosity which came with it.

\t“I took one of the program templates she had set up, one of the things that had the name of some class mate she talks about a lot, and I kinda started editing it. I didn’t mess with anything I didn’t understand but, well, I know nothing I put in there was going to make you get hurt. And I can’t imagine my sis would hurt anyone. The truth is, I figured it would be all done with by the time you came to again. Maybe without any memory. That probably sounds kinda fucked up, huh?”

\t“Yeah.” Des muttered as her nose flared a bit, her whole body tensed, her chest heaving as she took a half step towards him and stopped still.

\t\t“Maybe it would help if you told me just what was going on with you. I mean, what was happening last night.” Arty muttered

\t“I’d rather not.” Des muttered

\t“Yeah but if I know, then maybe I can help” The rat sighed softly.

\t“It’s kind of embarrassing.” Des whimpered. By now her face crimson under her fur.

\t“Just tell me.” The rat was shocked at the force in his own voice as he snapped. Even more so at the way the girl jumped fearfully. At the sudden awkward and somehow nasal moan that slipped from her lips.

\tThe goth girl glanced up at him and took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves. Then a few more. She seemed to be getting… agitated… at the demanding gaze she was under. Finally with one large heaving breath she pushed her arm away from her skirt and looked him in the eye.

\t“I’m aroused, ok? What you did to me. Whatever it was it turns me on. I spent all of last night staying up reading things. First trying to figure out what all of the sounds and images were supposed to do. Which got me reading up on hypnosis, that led into neurology, then to some old cartoon videos with hypnosis and brainwashing stuff. By the end of it I was reading up on the history of Wonder Woman’s creation. And all the while I was… I…” Her fist balled up again. It had drifted back before the front of her skirt while she spoke. The knuckles turned white and her wrist rolled haplessly trying to bleed out thee nervous energy that overwhelmed her.

\t“Jesus.” Arty blinked “You what? You didn’t do anything too bad did you? I mean you’re not hurt, right?”

\t“I jilled off!” She yelled the words. Yelled loudly enough that both of them instinctively looked around in fear that someone might have heard. Des turned and let more hair fall in front of her face trying like hell to hide. Her tail thudded and rump wiggled while trying to keep herself contained.

\tArty wasn’t too familiar with arousal in girls. Not real arousal anyways. He had seen enough porn. Anime and real. This was different. All awkward and jerky moves. Her body heaving and hefting while she tried like hell to contain or control herself amid the feeling of those eyes on her. He took a step forward and heard her yelp. The boy felt fear. He also felt something else. Something he didn’t quite recognize. Something he wanted to feel more.

\tArty made his way slowly and carefully up to Des. He lifted a hand up to other shoulder, let it hoverer for a long moment and then finally placed it down firmly in place. She yelped and tried to squirm away a bit. He held firm, and after the spasm she calmed and slumped helpless to do more than mutter and cast sidelong glances over her shoulder.

\t“I feel weak.” Des finally sighed “Weak and scared, and horny. All the time. I did… that thing… all night last night…”

\t“What thing?” Arty felt hi voice crack as he asked. It wasn’t the confident demand he knew it should be. But it was apparently enough to draw a fresh moan

\t“I came. I jilled of. A lot. I watched porn and touched myself. Or watched porn and rode my bed post. Cute girls. Gothy girls, e-girls, anime. I don’t even know how I thought to look at them. Every time I tried to get away with it and keep my mind busy with something else” She shook her head and started to turn back to him with big, nervous, confused eyes. “It’s getting so hard to control myself. I need you to do something Arty. Please. I’ll do whatever you want I just, I need help.”

\tHe almost said yes. He almost said no. Some noble part of Arty thought he should just tell his sister and get this whole thing sorted out. No more meddling and messing, no more attempts that he knew would end up screwing things up.

\t“How do you know I won’t make it worse?” The boy stepped forwards and puffed his scrawny grey furred chest out. One ear folding back as he tried his best to look intimidating.

\tHe failed. Or at least felt like he failed. He simply couldn’t be intimidating. And yet she cowered. And yet she flinched back. And yet the girl moaned and shook her head and tried like hell to keep herself standing when the moan finally slipped out of her lips. “I… you might. I know that.” She whimpered “I don’t care.”

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\tIt had been a few days. Things had not calmed down. Not at all. If anything the whole experience had utterly devastated her normal schedule. Instead the gothy girl found herself lingering around the school library resisting the urge to go in. She’d find herself lingering over the book case when she got home, or flipping the TV channels idly until stopping on some geeky Sci-fi or fantasy show. The night before last Des had spent reading up about and experimenting with the concept of edging. The idea of rubbing herself and masturbating to near orgasm for hours. It started out simply as some idle curiosity of why she might feel the near constant compulsion for masturbation.

\tThen she’d spent three hours that day edging while watching Adventure Time and looking up porn of the characters on her phone. It only stopped when her mother got home and she was tempted to simply move the whole proceedings up to the bedroom at that time. It was only the text that stopped her. Arty. The dumb rat who’d gotten her into all of this. He told her to turn on the web cam and conference with him. A small part of the beaver felt upset. She felt a gnawing rage at the simple fact that he was posting to her, that he had the audacity to make demands after what he’d done, even if he was the only one who could help her.

\tIt didn’t stop her from obeying. Before she really knew what as happening the teen found herself slumped into her overly expensive pink gaming chair from before she’d decided to go goth. Long black hair slicked over her face and lacy black bra the only clothing she wore. It was embracing, and he hadn’t told her to. But then that was part of the point.

\t“You there?” Arty’s voice sounded so much more commanding somehow over the headset. Des slumped down into her chair and nodded. Her toes curled as she looked at the mostly blank discord screen and the little anime character that represented Arty when he spoke. The two remained quiet for a long while. Des fidgeting and squirming. Her ample chest heaving in the bra while anxiety clutched at it squeezing in an oppressive icy claw.

\t“I can’t see you.” Arty noted

\t“Oh. Sorry.” She muttered. The light on her webcam flickering on a few moments later putting a small window of herself up hovering in one corner of the screen.

\t“So, uh, where’s yours?” Des muttered ‘Your web cam, I mean. You have one too, right?”

\t“I didn't say I was gonna use mine, right?” His words firm. Something about them curled Des’ legs under her chair and caused her to grip the arm rests firmly. Her whole body jolted with an odd electricity that she simply could not hide.

\t“Joking. I’m joking.” Arty sighed “It’s got some kind of driver issue, I’ll start it when I reinstall. This happens a lot. So, have things gotten any better?”

\tDes scowled. He knew they hadn’t. He had to know. The very fact that he’d ask felt like some kind of sick trap from some horny, scrawny nerd boy who’d already fucked with her head. And now he was going to do it more. She looked at the VR headset he’d given her to take home yesterday. It was already hooked up to the computer. Waiting for him to send a program. Images flashed though the goth girls mind. Images of her own body, like the one in the camera. The heavy plastic helm on her face as she was once again tossed into a sea of sensation. Another layer of her old self stripped and peeled away in favor of this… whatever it was happening to her.

\tArty cleared his throat firmly. The sound forced Des to look back up at the camera again sucking a terrified little breath. Arty laughed at it, at her. “Ok so you need to tell me just how long you’ve spent masturbating today.” The clinical question tinged with a hint of what she imagined to be malice.

\tDes whimpered and leaned back into her chair. Already she could feel her hand running along the black lace of her panties. Her fingers seeming to have gained a mind of her own so that all she could do was crush them between her thighs and lean forwards to keep herself a bit more out of shot. “I.. I haven’t cum yet today, if that’s what you’re asking.” the girl hissed ruefully. Another small chuckle in her headphones caused her to lower down and wince angrily. It sounded far dumber, far more defensive as she said it. Her finger pulled back away from between her legs now slicked with a touch of moisture that left her utterly self conscious.

\t“Doesn’t mean you haven’t touched yourself now does it?” Arty asked, the question now turning playful.

\t“Fine. Not long, I guess. Like. Thirty minutes? Forty five?” She slumped and buried her head as best she could under the mop of black hair. “Two hours?” The statement was quiet. She hoped against hope the boy wouldn’t hear.

\tAn odd murr suggested to her that he had. The eyes still on her body felt so wrong and shameful. It was an absolute nightmare feeling this vulnerable and the worst part was that she wanted more. Something that had to be born of whatever the machine had done to her. She looked back at the helmet and then up to the screen still absent the rat boy at the other end. “How long does it take you to reinstall drivers?” Des snapped.

\t“Not long” Arty replied “The first and second time. This third try though seems to be hanging. I’m starting to think I need to buy a new cam at this point.”

\tAs he said it, a video popped up in the discord chat. A link. She didn’t even have to click it to tell what it was. Some cute schoolgirl wrapped up in chains. Tears in her eyes and her breasts exposed. Des looked at the thumbnail for what felt like minutes before gazing back at Arty, at the camera, in disgust. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she hissed quietly

\t“Getting a control baseline.” Arty said simply. I mean you don’t want this to get any worse do you? If I’m going to figure out how to fix what my sister did then I’m going to need data.”

\t“It’s what you did” Des snapped “And how can you gather data without any testing equipment on me?”

\t“Just click the link.” Something in his voice. Something in his tone felt wrong. Terrifyingly, wonderfully wrong. Des told herself it was part just her mind playing tricks. Some quirk of the headphones or speakers or something.

\t“Yes Si- er… Ok. Fine. But you better not be recording this.” Des snapped.

\tClicking the link had exactly the reaction her body expected. Shrill Japanese screams and subtitles begging whoever it was tying her up to stop. A predictably large, or at least she assumed it was large, anime dick slammed into the girls mouth, choking her and silencing her to muffled screams.

\tDes didn’t even realize her paws were moving. Some minutes into the video she was simply aware of it. One roughly groping and tugging at her breast flesh in poor imitation of a selfish lover seeking to inflict wonderful discomfort. The other pushing in slow circles around the surface of her panties. She heard the girl screaming out and crying with phrases that she didn’t recognize but which had all the same become somehow familiar after hours of watching subbed hentai.

\tIt was something she’d been missing. Hentai. She hadn’t gotten any today. Of all the indulgences that had begun consuming Des’ life over the past few days it had become one of the biggest. She’d look it up in the school bathroom, in the library, in the gym lockers. The idea of edging was one thing, but Hentai. It was something she simply couldn’t do without.

\tCheap drawings of the typical anime girl with tears staining her muzzle caused the trembling girl to drool. Her self inflicted aggression growing as she writhed and whimpered. Her paws were out of her own control and for a moment she wondered if the video was laced with subliminals itself.

\tBut no. It couldn’t’ be. Nothing that subtle would really work on her. Especially not in this state, not with her own grunting cutting though most of what the head phones were supposed to cover. Not with the ugly bestial sounds rising in her throat or the twisted little whines almost mirroring the too-perfect doll of a girl on the screen.

\tThe camera shifted to show the owner of that cock. An overly busty futanari in some outlandish dominatrix outfit. Her own equally impossible body curving and arching with every thrust showing no regard for the girl under her.

\t“F-fucking yummy futa cock.” Des whined. She drank in the scenes, the degrading words of the subtitles. Her now hyperactive mind ran though the list of things she’d learned so far might deepen or trigger whatever hypnotic state she’d been brainwashed with. Nothing came to mind. Even as she lewdly mashed her big tits together and felt one find its way out of her bra nothing at all came to mind as to what might be making her do this from simply watching the video. It was a disappointment, much to her horror. The search going from a worried list she hoped to avoid… to something some dark part of her longed to find even in some small dose.

\tEyes went up again from the video. Another camera feed shown. This time one all too familiar. Arty. The rat boy in his room with his cock out of his boxers. It was big, bigger than she’d imagined it would be. The shaft was already slicked with pre and the boy had his legs spread wriggling in his own chair and jerking.

\tShe could tell from the way he looked at his screen that his eyes weren’t on the hentai. They were on her. All on her. He’d already violated her once, even if just her mind. Now he had it in him to do it again. Looking her over like some sex doll. Looking at her the way she looked at that hentai. The way she wanted the bound girl, wanted to be the bound girl. Wanted to be ravaged like the bound girl in the most degrading and embarrassing and shameful ways.

\tShe looked at the helmet. The thing he’d given her. The thing she’d spent hours setting up. The thing he could have been using right at this very moment to rape her mind. Yes, that’s what it was. Rape. Raping her thoughts. Shoving new programs he barely understood into her eyes and ears and warping her even further. Des didn’t say it but she thought it. Looking back up to him she was sure she could see some strong seed in her eyes. Some crushing weight. Maybe it was imagined. She didn’t care. If he told her to Des knew in that moment that she’d put the helmet on. That she’d happily jill herself off until her brain was a melted puddle or whatever else he decided to do with her. Dozens upon dozens of scenarios in racing thoughts that only now she was willing to admit to herself all while the futa dominatrix on screen prepared to mount and fuck the virgin bunny girl in her tight helpless bondage.

\t“Cum.” Des muttered

\tShe saw Arty’s head tilt and grin widen. He scooted out and spread his rump cheeks giving her a full display of everything he had down there, letting her watch the precum drip from his tip.

\t“Let me cum, Please.” Des muttered. Burning shame welled up in her chest and ran down her spine. It was awful, it was the worst and she shouldn't do it and that’s why she needed to. She needed to cum, and she didn’t want to. She wanted it to be up to him. She wanted him to stop it, to take it away, to make her stop.

\t“No.” Arty said simply, his eyes narrowing.

\t“B-but…”

\t“No.” He said again. Some small part of Des’ mind told her he sounded unsure. Scared, confused. Not at all confident. She didn’t care. Her hands moved away from between her legs and off of her now exposed breasts. She sat there watching the clip end, looking back at the rat boy and at her own heaving blushing disgraced body placed side by side on the screen. The pair may as well have been some fucked up porn vid leaked on the net. The disassociation of it all, her own helplessness, the utter disgrace and the frustration as she was left with burning needs she couldn’t fill and a head full of confused yearning all blended like water colors as she watched him stroke and finger, watched him slowly stroke himself off on to the floor, towards the monitor.

\tOn to her… if only vicariously.

\tSpent, the rat slumped back down and panted. He struggled himself back up to sitting and looked back at the camera. His cheeks flushed hard under his fur.

\t“Y-you’re an asshole.” Des muttered as she started to fix her bra. Arty shot her a look and she stopped, instead looking down sheepishly and offering a tiny growl of defiance.

\tThe boy finally caught his breath. He wiped up his cum on a nearby dirty sock and began typing again. Soon she had a file waiting for her in her discord window. The beaver dug her cummy fingers into her arm rests and sucked in a scared breath at the sight.

\t“Here. Now we’ll see if that helps at all. But no cumming.” Arty muttered “oh, and tomorrow is Saturday, right? Look, I hate to say it but if you want to keep up this goth thing, I really think we need to get you some help with it.”

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\tDes fiddled with the latch to the dressing room and once again stepped her way out. It all felt rather normal, at least on the surface. Gone was the overly elaborate lace dress, the expensive boots, the black lace bridal gloves. She stepped out of the dressing room in a red plaid skirt studded by safety pins and a set of white-and-black knee socks along with matching arm warmers. The top had been replaced with a Rick and Morty shirt, and a pair of black thick-framed glasses sat on her muzzle. The last part especially odd feeling since she already had contacts in.

\t“Ok, so, is this any better?” the beaver muttered as she looked at the two waiting figures.

\tArty seemed to perk up. The rat boy’s simple jeans and hoodie removed most of the odd mystique of him that haunted her dreams the night before. Wet dreams, dreams that saw her waking up humping one of her pillows and only barely managing to stop herself. Still, his eyes on her were quite a heavy weight on their own. Watching intently as she got dressed up like some kind of stupid doll.

\t“Eh, it’s not too bad.” Another girl chirped. The tabby who’d come along with them, Rain, had done much of the talking since they got to the mall. It was particularly annoying since she’d spent so much time thinking about what Arty might have planned for them there.

\tThe cat girl in the collar and loose hanging cut off tee barely covering her modest chest got up and paced around Des a few times, much to the annoyance of the beaver. It was a judgment, just like anything else she’d done since they got here. Des could imagine a thousand little errors or corrections the other girl might somehow see in her posture, her cloths selection, the way she had worn it. Never mind that the beaver had virtually no say in the matter. Every single item had been picked by the pair thus far and all she’d done was try it on while the girl behind the counter looked at the trio and snickered.

\t“Ok, well, this one’s not as bad.” Rain muttered “You still don’t look great yet. But at least you don’t look like a freaking poser. Do ya miss tits?”

\tDes felt her fists ball up and glanced over at Arty as if the rat would come to her defense. Instead he simply snickered, and Des was left to nurse a twinge of unwanted pleasure at how her, how the stupid rat boy hadn’t bothered to come to her aid after forcing her into this situation.

\tRain rolled her eyes and moved in between the two, grinning a Cheshire grin. “Look, you’re the one who wanted to play goth in the first place, ‘Desdemona’. you’re the one who did everything wrong because you were still carrying too much prep in you to ask us for help. Not my fault if unlearning all the bigger fuck-ups is hard.”

\t“I think it’s cute.” Arty snickered “Defiantly should go with that one. Though how does it feel with…”

\tDes blushed furiously and looked down at the ground. She pinched the edges of the skirt and lifted it up. A cheap chastity belt, the kind one found on Amazon if they really went looking. The thing was a bit too tight. The pad locks were annoying as heck to deal with and always seemed to be thudding on the metal in a way that reminded her she was locked up. She glanced up at the two of them. Rain trying not to snicker, Arty holding up the chain for the key now held around his neck.

\t“Is it comfy?” Rain giggled, taking a step back to look at it.

\t“S-shut up.” Des muttered letting the thing drop. She walked over to the books and grabbed up a few. A Poe collection, a set of Johnny Vasquez comics, a few other things she didn’t quite recognize. She hugged the books to her chest and glared at Arty. “You’re paying for these too, along with the cloths.” She muttered firmly

\t“Jeeze, and after I got the other thing overnight shipped. Man dad always said girls can be hell on the wallet growing up.” Arty muttered

\tRain rolled her eyes and sighed. She walked up behind the other girl and put a hand on each shoulder, leaning in and growling “Man, I did not picture you to be the type of prep who’d go this far just because she likes a boy. Especially arty?” The girl giggled

\tDes felt her cheeks burning furiously at that. She tried to roll her shoulder enough to shrug the girl off but it barely responded. Years of confidence and control seemed to be draining by the day. She was confused, scared, trapped, and oh so very horny.

\t“Well we got the hair cut, the cloths, and I guess a few books too, right?” Arty chimed happily as he looked at the two girls “Admittedly a bit more than I expected to pay but hey, money well spent if it makes you two gals happy. Especially you Des.”

\t“Yeah but something’s still wrong.” Rain muttered “You don’t look like a poser anymore, but you sure as hell sound like one.”

\t“I’m not a poser.” Desdemona snapped

\t“Really? You have the same name as the chick from gargoyles. How is that not posery?” Rain grinned and glanced up at Arty “oh thanks for recommending that one to me by the way. You’re right. Disney’s streaming service isn’t really the worst.”

\t“Will you knock it off?” the beaver chirped “Gothy girls change their names all the time. Or do you think I’m so ‘preppy’ that I forgot your real name ‘Julia’?” The newly transformed, or at least more refined and real goth girl turned and glared down her other tormenter. All the fury she felt she should be directing at arty now focused like a laser on the tabby who took it all with a giggle.

\tRain pranced around Des one more time and looked her over. This time it was a more serious assessment, a closer critique meant to judge rather than annoy. She stopped in front of her once more, leaned up over one shoulder, and looked over at Arty. “I got it!” she yipped happily.

\t“Got what?” the beaver muttered “How about you tell me if you think you know a better name for me to go by. It’s my decision after all.”

\tRain said nothing. Arty said nothing. Both of them looked at her silently. Des slumped down and hid her face behind her books, her shoulders drooping helplessly, and bit back a moan.

\t“She does kinda have a point, Rain.” Arty muttered “I mean I am pretty curious just what you have in mind.”

\t“Well.” Rain murred. The feline leaned back and barely caught herself on the edge of the counter, letting her lithe body rest on full display for the two and looking them both over for a long moment as if to draw in the mood before some profound and enlightened revelation.

\t“How about Winter”.



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