A New Servant [Non-con] [Hypnosis] [Bondage]

Noriko was smart, but in her line of work everyone was smart. She just needed to be smarter. She was a hacker, mostly white hat stuff, poking at people’s firewalls, letting them know where their weaknesses are, letting them know how to strengthen them, all good things that paid decently. However, she was quite a talented hacker, and the biggest payouts don’t always come from playing nice. Because of this she knew she had enemies, she just always needed to make sure she knew who they were, but they didn’t know her. This would be an easy thing to do if she wasn’t also trying to hide from some of the other best hackers in the world.

Between her day job and her life of crime she could afford a reasonable place in the city. Nothing too lavish, though she could afford nicer, but being a big spender with people only knowing about her day job could raise some eyebrows. Nevertheless, she loved her apartment and adored the city. The sights, the sounds, the people. She had almost anything she wanted. She was lonely. With her illegal hacking talents, it was hard for her to trust people enough to date. She wanted to. But she had a constant fear that whoever she got with might secretly be one of her online enemies out to get her. But tonight, she was just going to relax.

She took a cab down to the bar, her plan was simple, go in there and sleep with the first guy who offers. She’d had plenty of guys offer to buy her drinks in the past, and plenty more flirt with her, yet in the past she had always turned them down. As she sat down at the bar, like clockwork, a decently charming man confidently sat down beside her.

“Hey there, I’ve heard all about a girl like you. Legend has it you’ve never let a guy buy you a drink. Is that right?”

It seems her strategy of rejecting men in order to keep a low profile backfired and instead made her some hard-to-get goddess. She was annoyed she was the talk of the pub, but flattered.

“And what makes you think you’d be the one who’d finally win me over?”

“Well,” the man said,” Surely you’ll say yes to one of these poor souls, so I figured why not try my luck.”

“Today might just be your lucky day then. Get me a whiskey on the rocks and maybe we’ll see just how lucky you’ll get,” Noriko said with a wink.

The two of them chatted and drank, Noriko was enjoying herself so when the man offered to take her back to his place, she was hesitant at first but agreed. They walked out to the parking lot, and they came up to a van he said was his.

Noriko was a little turned off and slightly concerned about getting into the van with a stranger and as three masked men jumped out from the van her concerns were clearly warranted. The men grappled her roughly stuffing her into the van. She was gagged and handcuffed to the seat. Noriko struggled against her binds, screaming out in hopes that someone would hear her, but her captors only laughed at her.

“I know exactly who you are Noriko,” said the man from the bar, “We know exactly what you do. You’ve made quite a few enemies doing what you do, and if there’s one type of person you don’t want to piss off, it’s someone who knows exactly how to find you. You’re a very clever girl one of the best at what you do,” the man leaned down to caress her face, “I’m just better.”

One of the masked men had turned on the car and they were all now moving. Unable to resist, Noriko was blindfolded by the man. She now had no way to tell where she was being taken, but she was certain she wouldn’t like it.

“I will say you are very good at what you do, easily one of the best,” the man continued. “Which is why I have a proposal for you. You come work for me. We could create a fake job title and paper trail so you wouldn’t have to hide how much money you truly make. You could have anything you wanted. The only requirement is you only hack for us and do whatever we say. We say jump, you ask how high. We tell you to suck someone’s cock, you ask us who’s. We have to put that sexy body to use as well as that beautiful mind now, don’t we?”

Noriko felt herself being ungagged as they allowed her to respond. While she wouldn’t mind working for their company, and certainly would like to have her work look better above books so she could actually use all the money she made, she could never bring herself to become someone’s sex slave like that. She didn’t know where they were taking her, or what they would do to her if she said no, but she knew she couldn’t become their personal sex object.

“Fuck you!” Noriko said, trying to spit at her captor.

“Now, I was hoping we could be a little more civil about this, no need for such foul language.” The man said with a smile in his voice, “I would say I was never wanted it to come to this, but to be completely honest this will be much more fun for me Noriko.”

Noriko felt a sharp pain as a needle was stabbed into her arm. The cold thick fluid began to flow through her veins, its chill making her arm feel heavy. As it reached her heart, she felt her pulse drop and noticed she was barely breathing. The drug spread to the rest of her body; she felt cold, heavy, and like pins and needles were all over her. She felt the cold feeling creeping up her neck into her head. And then she couldn’t feel anything.

When she regained consciousness, everything felt cold. This wasn’t the same cold as the drug, this was different, she felt weightless, like she was floating in some liquid. She tried to open her eyes but all she saw was black. She tried to move her arms, but they were bound tightly to her sides. Her legs, she realized, were tightly affixed to a bar, keeping them open. Her more sensitive parts felt strange. Her nipples and clit felt tingly. It was a strange, slightly stimulating sensation.

“Welcome to your new home Noriko.” The man said seemingly though headphones she was wearing. “This is your home until you become a little more… agreeable.”

She felt a gentle buzzing on her nipples and a sucking feeling on her clit.

“These machines serve a very important purpose. They’ll keep you on a nonstop edge until our neural scanners have determined you’ve been taught how to behave.”

The buzzing grew more intense, and she felt something begin to thrust into her pussy. She squirmed as much as she could in the strict bondage and moaned into her breathing tube.

“Once you’ve been properly trained you can finally be of service. You’ll just be so eager to please anyone who wants it. The word won’t even be in your vocabulary. You’ll just be the happiest little obedient slut.”

The toys were strong. Constantly changing pace and method so her body could never get to used to it. Her nipples felt like they were being pulled, bit, licked, sucked, and buzzed with a vibe. Never too much at once, always something different. The dildo pounded in fast and hard, then slowed, then stopped, then changed randomly and unpredictable.

“Oh yeah, and that fluid you’re suspended in, it’s one of the world’s strongest aphrodisiacs. I’ll let you have your fun.”

A light flashed before her eyes, her head must have been trapped in some sort of VR headset, on the screen in front of her was the word “Obey” with the classic swirling black and white spiral that they say is supposed to hypnotize you. Her headphones now played sex noises and randomly whispers of the word “submit” or “relax”.

The increasing stimulation of the toys was her biggest concern. Just as the man had promised, they were doing everything aside from letting her cum. The stimulation was excruciating. Her clit felt like it was being licked, sucked, and teased with a vibrator all at once, but the toys would always slow down right before she reached climax. It was hell. She was so focused on trying to trick the machine into letting her orgasm even once that even though it was the only thing she could look at she didn’t even notice that the images on the screen had been changing. Showing everything from porn to pictures of maids doing housework, to just the word “Submit”. The audios had been changing too, they tended to go along with whatever the screen was showing.

“Doesn’t that look nice?” a calm woman’s voice would say as the screen played an erotic film, “she’s having so much fun, wouldn’t you love to just relax and take it like a good girl?”

“I know being so close for so long can be frustrating, all you need to do is relax and obey, then you can get that orgasm you so desperately need.”

“Wouldn’t you love to have all of your needs taken care of? All the worries and stresses of life gone? All you need to do is submit.”

The woman had a point, if she just relaxed, she could cum, all she needed to do was obey. She was great at following instructions. A life without any stress sounds so nice. She’d be happier to serve some fancy hot man in his mansion than live in her little apartment. All she needed to do was submit.

So, she did.

Waves of the most powerful pleasure washed over her. Her body thrashed about unable to control herself. She screamed her moans into her breathing tube. Her feet touched the glass of the tank as she writhed around in pure pleasure. In her mind there were only thoughts of joy and peace. The brilliant hacker was long gone, replaced by a dumb obedient slut, willing to do whatever she was asked to earn her next orgasm.

In her headphones she heard the woman’s voice say, “Total submission complete.”